This poem is called Lip Service

Lip Service…circles of the mouth
She stood there for a moment,
Traumatized by the size,
She came out of the trance,
Daddy can I put my lips on that,
She moved like a hungry cat
Searching for milk,
She went down slowly on his drainage tube
As though she knew what she was doing
With skill,
She took it all in…wet…slick and slippery
Suction like a wind tunnel
Soothing and relaxing
She paused…looking him dead in his eyes with
A sensual smile
She said daddy…its time to dive deep…I want to
Live this fantasy of tickling my tonsils
She went a little farther and licked the space between
Here and there….that shyt felt so good….he had an outer
Body experience
So good was she…he burst in her throat…like a hot air balloon
Milk dripped from her lip service
She played with it…as her mouth made circles
She said daddy…it your turn and he went in face first
His fingers were at work…her whole world turned that day
She cried oh Jesus…didn’t know she could feel this way.