Excusi-moi my French but darlin’ I’m a nasty f*ck,
before I ride ya @ss into the sunset; saddle up,
the trip could get a little bumpy; intimate distress,
occurs from the sensation of me licking on your flesh.
Your body’s heated softness sends me left and right as well,
the way your goosebumps dance along a wet saliva trail,
I’m lickin’ but no snitchin’; T.C.L. don’t know no cops,
your cries of “stop-no-don’t†turn into screams of “no; don’t stop!â€
Continuous excursions up and down around your skin,
we’re swimming in a pleasure made for those who drown in sin,
I love to taste the sweat of how my efforts make you wet,
and you could place a bet on how my technique stays correct.
Now let me make it clear; my tongue will analyze your sex,
in ways that one would deem unfit to advertise through text,
I will say that I’m thorough; it would scandalize your ex,
the way a real man causes you to advertise what’s best.
There’s light outside the window but inside of where we are,
the darkness makes the distance feel as though we’re very far;
I’d take you up so high that you could clutch on every star,
it’s so intoxicating like a shot from every bar,
and lounge that you could think of and a few that you could not,
my oral exploration will unearth a few good spots,
you never knew existed until now but you should not,
bite down so hard; I swear my dear you’d prob’lly chew through pots,
and pans as well as other cookware ‘cause my tongue’s the bomb,
in all those bars and lounges you’ve been sippin’ somethin' strong,
my oral’s Wray & Nephew; you can call it overproof,
I find out you’re a squirter when the sheets are soakin’ through.
Go back and read the first line; I’m a nasty S.O.B.,
who’ll make you feel you’re running through a grassy meadow free,
a stand-up fellow see just like the nips upon your breasts,
the greatest satisfaction comes from licking on your flesh.