Picture the Tongue as a Garden (A Cunnilingus Poem)

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I once gave an "Oral Report" on this subject in a Sexual Education class at Nassau Community College. The first thing I did was turn off the lights in the classroom and turn on some MAXWELL who, if you don't know if the champion of sex music especially his now classic debut, MAXWELL's Urban Hang Suite.

Without further adieu:

Picture the Tongue as a Garden

Those urges to honey smear

her pink easy moment

produce you, the symphony

vision of delirious whispers.

Her leg petals bare my sweet

aching place beneath lust,

where she will manipulate sweat

like a hot beat over me.

A drooling goddess, she will

chant and heave on my fingers.

Surfing waves of butter drunk

wanting. Listening and hearing.

Please woman, permit my ego

these delicate worship times,

for your singing sighs fill

this lazy dreamer with rediculous worth!