I am Orphan Boy. My Refuge is Your Clitoral Hood. Its My Place. I want to claim that. My Tongue over it is the labour of unrequited love. My two Fingers inside it Is the pursuit of happiness. My Soul gets wet when u release it from the source and bask in glory of your divine satisfaction. My tongue is a parched land. Bless it with your Salty yellowish eternal Water, My Ganga lies between your Leg !