Fair lady with cups of D,
Endless fountain of beauty,
In the bath you bare your chest,
Clear a cut above the rest.
Graceful globes oft heard in tales,
Greater than the finest ales,
A wond’rous pair that ne’er fails
To make me as hard as nails.
Now you trust your marv’lous bust
To rouse the deep, fi’ry lust.
In my heart, I long to hear
Your soft whisper in my ear.
Though I’m not a man who prays,
Pleasing you could change my ways.
“Tease her well,” my conscience says,
So I do in words of praise.
Angelic form, brought to life,
Ev’ry man would love to wife.
“Come to me,” you say at last,
I heed your call just as fast.
“Work your magic on my nips,
And you shall then part my lips.
Now my core not water drips,
And I’m longing for your lips.”
Your mouth I kiss with a peck.
To your orbs I then do trek,
Fill my mouth up with your flesh.
With my tongue, I make you thresh.