The Crucially...Preputial

I know there's a potential rapture there  
Ever secluded in a tegument cloak  
Until the right sort of tender loving care
     Gives the proper stroke;  
 
A lingulate probing of satisfaction,  
Eager for her anticipatory clit,  
And to feel the cloak in its retraction,  
      If it will permit!  
 
So for her pleasure, be sure to persevere,  
And pay attention to her quivering thighs;  
Akin to musicians, playing tunes by ear,  
      Listening for sighs...  
 
Then see the heave in her thoracic glory  
As you amplify the amatory pace,  
And kindle that female inventory...  
      With a trenchant face!  
 
Bombard her loins with all manner of kiss!  
Delve and fossick all her burrows of love  
To propel her into stratospheric bliss...  
      With a whiff thereof!  
 
And when down to Terra firma she returns  
She'll have herself in a welcoming mood,  
And ready to address the throbbing concerns  
      Of how you may conclude!  
 
Because now hard balls are ready to unload  
And she will bind a spell of optimism,  
For where your wild, red hot oats get sowed,  
      Alias...thick jism...  
 
Enough to immerse the tonsils in her throat  
Even as her lady hoody recovered,  
Or when phat love explodes like a root beer float...  
      Facially discovered!