My lord, this day I ask for thee ,with sleek and shining silver tongue for long and tender flows of pure white.
Satirical satisfaction.
Clearly fresh.
Speech so tender.
With ******* ripples and tickles.
Total licks.
Wrapped in lace.
A special place.
Your lady can but, wait no more.
As on a pedestal be sat.
Patient as a book of prayer.
One day in dreams.
We shall share.
LIVVI