Not the type to mince the use of words
I spend an awful lot of time thinking of the bees and the birds
A natural kind who likes to slide between the stems
Enjoys seeing the world through a different color lens
Loves to kiss and nurture such a delicate flower
While the pedals tremble in ecstasy and power
Feeling the anther quiver in delight
Writhing and moaning is quite a lovely sight
It is imminent that I implement a stimulant to her filaments
Increase it in increments by starting at the minimum
Using my instrument to provide her ligaments
With infinite sensations of the utmost intimate
Until her rivers begin to rise
And I help her reach that ultimate prize
To hear her gasp and scream is the only motive I possess
Lovingly caress and help her release the excess of stress
Using strength, warmth, and the skills of finesse
To address her pleasure with maximum success
A deep connection between us now is sick tight
The passion kindles inside and is ready to ignite
Gentle kisses as our hearts entwine and unite
It has been my absolute honor to do you right.