My Girl is Most Insatiable

My girl’s the most insatiable prize
When she puts her joyful leg in my face,
I long for her impeccable groove
As I harken toward that special place…

While gently kissed, I hold her hand,
And marvel at that luscious bod…
Her tongue is wet and comfortably close,
And I’m oh so grateful, this gift from God…

I still desire her delicate body,
And though this poem implies some truth,
She doesn’t condone such sinful acts
Which lustful partners divine in youth!