THE PINK STREAK... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

IT HAS TO BE
THE PRETTIEST
THE TIGHTEST
THE TASTIEST
CLITORIS WITH
MY TONGUE
ATTACHED TO IT
TWISTED
DANCING
IN CIRCLES LIKE
A HULA HOOP
IN ONE SPOT
CALLED G
GOLDEN COMPLEXION
BUT I CANT IGNORE
THE PINK STREAK...

IF I COULD SPEAK
I WOULDN'T
IF I CAN BREATH
I SHOULD BE
COMFY WITH
MY FACE IN IT
LIKE A PILLOW
ZERO TIME TO WASTE
CAUSE LICKING AT
A FASTER PACE
MAKE HER BODY
SHAKE AND THROB
HARD AND FAST
LIKE A RAPID
HEART RATE...

TONGUE SO
STUCK ON SKIN
IT'S LIKE I CAN
CHECK HER PULSE
WHILE SHE PULSATE
MY LIPS AND HERS
VIBRATE LIKE
THE ENGINE OF
A MOTOR BOAT
SHE SPLASH BACK
I RIDE HER WAVES
LIKE I'M SURFING
GREEDY LIKE
I NEVER ATE
STARVING LIKE
WHEN ITS DONE
I LICK THE PLATE...;)