Tongue Twister

I've got something yummy on the tip of my tongue
I need to verbalize the words so baby let's have fun
Lets play a game of twister where pink is the only color
There's only one circle on the mat with one special flavor
No matter which pie wedge the spinning arrow finally stops on
Cherry bubble gum goes pop when it's gently blown upon
If you know just how to twist your tongue and form a circle with your lips
And then spin the bottle in hopes of being the one to win that special kiss
When I think of all the board games that you and I could play
Twister is the only one that blows them all away
Though I would love to monopolies every second of your time
I still like the idea of tickling your fancy with a temptful teasing rhyme
You could lock me in your jail and slap on a fine for failing to pass go
Or we could park beneath the Boardwalk and rock to the ocean flow
Then we could bounce our way around, though we might land in Trouble
'Cos it's no fun for a single lonely di to die within a popping bubble
I'd rather take a chance like a marble spinning on a roulette disk
It's always on shaky ground I've found, but where's the fun if there's no Risk?
Like wearing extra underwear and bluffing each hand dealt in Strip-poker  
Until at last I find I've drawn the wild-card, a grinning red-haired joker
The Jack of Hearts rounds out my hand with fingers pumping such a rush
Calling her bet when she got so wet I gladly gave my Queen a Royal Flush
So many moves my adversary could have made to play me like a fool
You could have sunk the 8 ball first in our lengthy match of pocket-pool
But then I'd go down like a submarine torpedo and sink my Battleship
And flood your engine room, collapsing your bridge from hip to hip
Still my favorite game, the one competition I truly hate to lose
Requires strategy and dominance with every move that we both choose
But Chess takes so long for the red Queen to capture a King in mate
Still putting me in check is much better than being left to masturbate  
Or if you're in a naughty mood my sweet, you could take me as your pawn
Claiming victory when the Knight lays down his sword at the crack of the red dawn
Remember as I kneel before your majesty, what this one tongue lashing may be costing
Even in defeat I still win my just desserts of carrot cake with cream cheese frosting
So I must be careful when on my knees not to bite off more than I can chew
For conceding to a Dominating Queen could be the last thing I ever do