Tongue Takes A Bow

My tongue knows the how
and yearns to take its bow
and causes yells and cries
when buried twixt your thighs  

Seems it has a mind itself
it desires in licking waves
and while I think of lust
my tongue directs the craves  

My knees get quite weak
in search of what we seek
and tho it might be crass
I love to hold your ass  

As the touching starts
my tongue then takes control
and rolls and darts gently
to set up its sex patrol  

It misses not one spot
dabs as if it were a sponge
making sure desire is lit
'fore making the final plunge  

thats when the real show begins
its artistry comes with no strife 
acrobatic moves and figure eights
sure to bring senses to life  

and as we writhe in sensual pain
my tongue goes heaven bound
and the whole of me is satiated
by the loving we have found  

See, my tongue knows the how
and yearns to take its bow
from causing yells and cries
when buried twixt your thighs.  

Del Cano 2005 February