Answering right

I do not answer lightly, so I'll walk
With you, where flowers grow by cataracts;
Please irrigate my mouth before we talk:
I want to taste your seed and, through such acts,
Your spent need collects in hollows between lips
That love the way a man imbues his charm;
You'd spot my blouse with man foam; so it slips
To the ground, once you have ensured your calm,
Warm eyes instruct me to cover the grass
On a hillside, where beauty's wont to blush;
Before you kneel beside me - let time pass,
And use me slowly - there's no need to rush:
We're lying on the brink and we'll just spike
Those questions neither of us answers right.