Lubricious

So I think about it...

You perform it

Perfectly pitched 

Subtly switched and all my erogenous zones are invited

Sight, smell, taste and touch ignited 

Erotic bones stoned against the membrane of my brain

Instead of doing it again you re-train my sane

So if I was your canvass, 
You were my compass

Directing all the moves and painting silhouettes using my juice

An artistry in arousing...

Damn! 
That shit just got me flabbergasted

How long it lasted...? 
How long we fasted before this day was claimed. 

Before my spots were named and that clitoral stimulation blamed. 

Yummy... quarter to cumin 
BUT I need some self-control

Let me lose it in pieces, but not as a hole... 

whilst you insert it in my whole.