You're so prim
& so ladylike,
somehow,
I know you're a sweet-devil.

O you devilish-girl,
please stand above me tall
& lower your flower.
Let me feed on your nectar,
fill my wanton-mouth
with your sweetness.

O how I want to look up
to see my results,
so rock-hard & pointed,
proof-positive
my tongue is working
properly
to receive your rush.