Minuets From From Her Lips Poem by James McLain

As for her but not for me it's what we want.
In this endless line,
she orders us, but never me to directly.
Flying in and out by they never once pursued.
Sweet as clover honey when then once I was a bee.
Licked completely clean the center the Queen is sweet.
I come, I go, it is when I push it out to her.
I am and when I think that we would like to change my name.
But like all the rest I have resifted them.
Here it comes the wind and simultaneously in her I scream.
To be flying low and being like her last.
But in her other hand I am held quite fast.
I touch her chest, on the nipple pierced where she is hard.
and would she like to rub my finger to the mouth,
which by her is placed.
After being I,
I lay down the place is hers, her I sleep, see them sleep in peace. Minuets from her lips there was my lip, she served.