S Q U I R T

He Arrived more than 
willing to put in Work,
No Rolling up sleeves, 
bare skin, removing shirt,
The Assortment of flavors was 
just an additional perk, 

His mission was to 
make her S Q U I R T,
Cream, 
run down her leg,
Stream,
 
He wanted to see his rod Gleam,
Parted Legs, Tongue erect, 
like a wooden peg,
defining the line of her division,
over and over again 
with precision, 

Lips swollen, 
Clit has risen,
Tongue spiraling, 
tunneling,
burrowing deep, 
in her settling creek,
so warm, the overflow seeps,
from the depths of her south,
He whispers,
and just then,
 
A Jet stream,
Is fired,
In his Mouth.