as he imbibes my squirting ninth potion,
heart's fourth chamber awaits his stature now
as skins collide in rhythmical motion.
As he tasted my juices naturale
birds and bees gleed with buzzing zees of ease
he salivated like a cannibal
at the moistened feel of My Spot of Gees

Open your mouth oh victim fair and chaste
and gulp this lovely labia of love
each reddened bud aware of every taste
to wrap this gentle surface like a glove.
As you behold this chocolate covered cup
Sonnette responds, "Drink up, Drink up, Drink up!"










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