SIXTY-NINE-ING

And so we set to our sixty-nine-ing,  
one's legs around the other's neck twining.  
Let me wander in your scented garden;  
smell of excitement makes this man hard-on  
as with my snaking tongue I make lips part.  
get them juicily open like a heart,  

While you give head to my roused manliness.  
We're sucking on each other to excess;  
soon, all over my face there is honey  
from nuzzling deep in your opened cunni,  
while my pearl stream spouts deep into your throat,  
gives your lips and titties patch of white coat.