UNTIL THE CUP POPS... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

AS SHE EXITS OUT
THE TOP AND WIGGLES
OUT THE BOTTOM
WHEN ALL SHES LEFT
WITH IS BODY
THE SOUL FINALITY
OF NAKEDNESS
THE GREATEST VISION
A MAN CAN ENDURE
IN ITS PUREST FORM
BUILT LIKE FOAM
SOFT TO THE TOUCH YET
FINGERPRINTS LEFT UNSEEN
FELT IN ALMOST A
TICKLING NATURE
EXCITING PARTS RARELY
SEEN REACHED INTERNALLY...

NO ESCAPING
THE CANNIBALISTIC TASTING
OF THE FEMALE ANATOMY
THE GREATEST MEAL
THE SWEETEST DESSERT
MY TASTE BUDS CRAVE
THE INTERIOR LAYERS
NOT ALWAYS EASILY
ACCESSIBLE SEAMS OF SKIN
PULL BACK AND STRETCHED
OUTWARD WITH FINGERS
THEN GIVEN A TONGUE
LASHING WITHOUT SPEAKING...

EATEN SIMILARLY TO
A ITALIAN ICEE
WHEN THE CREAM GOES
BENEATH THE BRIM OF
THE CUP ITS HELD IN
SQUEEZED AND SCOOPED
EVAPORATED AND SAVORED
LEAVING RESEMBLANCES
OFF OF ITS COLOR
YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR
YOU OPEN THE CUP WIDER
CAUSE YOU WANT
EVERY LAST DROP
UNTIL THE CUP POPS...;)