A Morning Stroll

A morning stroll above my calves might help
You show more interest and be quite glad
To pinch and love the little, squealing yelp,
I'll utter just before I whisper: "bad;"
And you, as bid, may slide your hand around
My lower limbs, then caress the inner thighs,
Before proceeding to my pussy mound
And stroking slit, until my moans and sighs
Preclude my saying no, though you have stuffed
Panties, in case, in my mouth, so I taste
My sex, just as your lips do, now you've bluffed
Your way into my secrets, and you've placed
Your tongue against cunt slit, then in cunt hole,
Where it is like to love its morning stroll.