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A Lo-Cal Snack

I would love to eat your pussy
It's such a lo-cal snack
You could ride upon my mustache
Or be lying on your back

Could have your ass up in the air
My tongue between your thighs
The climax of the evening
Will have you screaming to the skies

The snack could be at leisure
Or could go at lickety split
I'll follow where you lead me
For the smell and taste of it

My fingers spread your lips apart
My tongue consumes your snatch
I'm glad you are clean shaven
Don't have to deal with any thatch

Your clitoris is calling me
To come and have a lick
Suck and kiss a time or two
And I won't make it quick

I'll take time to make you hot and wet
As I snack between your hips
I'll make you quake and gyrate
As you climax on my lips

If you would like to snack with me
My cock is on the fare
Could assume position sixty-nine
With both our asses bare