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    My head between your thighs is the ultimate prize
    To hear you moan and make you scream is my ultimate dream
    To feel your legs shake to the rhythm my tongue makes
    Against your clit and along your walls,
    My tongue searches and will never pause
    Willing to put in the time it takes to find the essence that makes you divine
    My tongue wants to glean the cream trickles from your pussy stream
    When that tastes hits my tongue
    Give two thumbs up for a job well done
    So if this seems like something you want to do,
    My phone is always on so get at me boo

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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