Ode to Oral Love

I pause to praise the oral gifts  
of her kind caressing.  
    
My softened branch  
rests inside the place    
where she received    
years of sustenance    
beginning with her    
loving mother's breasts.    
    
Her every kiss, whether    
from an adoring father    
or lust-filled lover, all have    
touched these lips, now parted.    
    
Through these very lips    
passed a lifetime of words,    
songs, laughter, and    
whispered prayers.  
    
What sorrows have been expressed here?    
What joy?    
    
So much that makes her    
who she is passed through    
these soft gates to the warm    
heaven that hardens me now,    
wrapped in all her life's delights.    
    
Oh, to praise the oral gifts  
of her kind caressing!