Apparently

Apparently, my tongue will wake you soon,
And, as sleep slides away, you may confront
My naughtiness and all my wicked ways
The licking, loving flicks of a sweet cunt;

(That's me!)

While touching tangled hair, at rest,
Relax, and then, release the head, at last,
And, looking down, please note the tongue is blessed,
With glutinous release - (ah yes, he gasped);

Take me once more, please Sir; and hold me close:
And pull me to and press this eager face,
To your hardness, where, dazed at your response,
The good girl opens-up: now watch this space:

The member, that I rode so hard last night,
Recalls the woken tongue to Sir's delight.