As soon as the sun did perish
So do your fingers
creep
lightly
my neck they cherish
Ask what? I mutter -
You stutter you touch
my mind
in the gutter
Trail across, scratch along
Now do with your mouth
Oh this is so wrong
But it's not!
Ssays long
llong languid lick a language of the
your mother tongue.
Oh seduce me easily.