A Cunning Linguist Poem by Paddy Scott Hogg

And how I love to kiss your lips
Not your lips on view
Those succulent lips of your poosey
The sweeter taste of you.

And how I love to lick your lips
Ski down your mound of venus
To flick a frenzy in your hips
That stiffened up my peenis.

And how I love to suck your lips
Take mouthfuls round and deep
To plunge into your wet ravine
Till wild you’d squirm and leap.

ANd how I love to hold your ankles
Like bike handles in the air
And slurp your mmuff so wild and rough
It's Heaven I declare!

And how I love to hold your hips
The firmest peach I know
Till the stroking thrusts of thunder
In hottest passions blow!