Exploration
Deep in exploration
my tongue doth dart so sweet
caressing shallow valleys
and lashing valleys deep
Touching teasing tender flow
I harrow softly as I mow
to the place where lovers go
the place where I will but sow.
Dipping,lapping in and out
circling round the flowing spout
So deep I plunge in gushing waves
through the stream that lovers crave
Drowned and tired I find my rest
my lover sighs and begs to rest
my tongue has lost its final zest
in pursuit of loves conquest.
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