Assurance

This poem's about a love affair
On internet in cyber space
Of a request for oral sex
Of orgasms in that place

The following comments are what inspired this poem:
She:
How long can you do French Kissing?
Me:
 As long as it feels good with both sets of your lips
I'll make your pussy speak with my tongue
She:
You are so confident about this and to be sincere.
I like that.
It is always nice to have a man who knows what he wants
and knows how to go about it.
How many orgasms can you assure me, with just your tongue?


The poet in me could not resist this answer:

I can assure you I will try
To make your juices fly
To lick you and to suck you
Until I hear you moan and cry
From clitoris to asshole
Tongue will lick and lips will kiss
Then my fingers will invade the “G”
In your sweet and hot abyss
If your cunt's not wet beyond belief
And you want to call a halt
It won't be because of me
It will be your own damn fault