A fierce tongue got me sprung... it's out of sight...

I got to have that tongue action, morning, noon and night.

Sends shivers up and down my spine...

Vibrating actions as he cite his lines...

I hear him closely as he sips and slurps... grab him by his head and make him work...

that microphone as he speak his soul... every kiss, every lick is just like gold...

Shaking, convulsions, I can't lay still... as he tame me with his whippapill...

Shockwaves of sensations coarse through me like electricity... as he constanly beat his lips next to my...

Ear to let me hear the sweetest of sounds till I slumber... his spoken word has got my number.