The Nymphomaniac Poem by james d nall,jr

I met a woman a little while back
That decided she wanted me to fill her crack
Rushing into bed we went through the paces
Till the sweat was pouring off our faces
Lying her back upon the sheets
I began to perform some of my feats
Arching her back, she's starting to shake
Breath coming in gasps, her brain about to bake
Bucking and moaning as my tongue speeds up
All her experience with love, I'm about to corrupt
Suddenly the air burst from her lungs
As deeper and deeper my tongue does plunge
Writhing in ecstasy, pulling my face against her
I feel the heat and wetness on my lips, quickly cover
Collapsing on the bed, she says please stop
My moustache dripping like a wet mop
I thought she would cry, when I started again
She told me this kind of pleasure was surely a sin
I'd already found what stimulation it took
For her legs to part, like an open book
Afterwards she fell to sleep nearly comatose
And to tell you the truth, I'm not trying to boast
See, I learned a long time ago, from an older woman
When you take care of her first, she'll really take of her man