Cognition

I will keep my layers of cognition
On display, but he won't enjoy my mind;
Yet, he'll lick my pussy sans remission,
And, in between my writhings, he will find
Juicy je ne sais quoi that will tickle
His fancy, as he drives me through the wet:
His mouth is consistent - never fickle -
He makes me wriggle wryly; we forget
The last time we last did this. It's the next,
That I look forward to, here on my front;
While he slurps up behind me, unperplexed
By choices: will he tongue fuck ass or cunt?
It doesn't really matter, I won't stray sir;
So long as you're cognisant of each layer...