(His/her)
Her ribbons glittered in the stary nite
His tongue was famished in the twinkling lites
Her juices were percolating as we speak
His tongue was traveling to reach his peak
Her suculant cups overflowed in that dress
His masculine hands found her in sexual distress
Her voice barely cracked a muffled squeak
His radar soon found the things he seeked
By Johnny bee
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