is definitely sixty-nine – it’s never been a coup.
It’s bad when I’m on bottom and it’s worse when I’m on top,
I find it rather difficult to focus and I stop.
I love to suck my lover’s cock, and take it to his balls,
With slow and sensuous sucks and licks that make him climb the walls.
It takes some concentration for the rhythm and the flow,
And when we sixty-nine that rhythm goes out the window.
For when I’m on the bottom oftentimes he’ll start to thrust,
And with my clit on fire, alive, there’s no way to adjust.
I want to move around and I forget what I am doing,
It’s hard to keep on sucking when an orgasm is brewing.
And when I’m on the top and I am wet and quite aroused,
I grind into his tongue until his face is rather soused.
I’m way too focused on my clit and how soon I’ll be cumming,
I just can’t focus on his cock and keep his motor running.
I’d rather that we each take turns to turn the other on,
So both of us are satisfied until the break of dawn.
I don’t know if I’ll ever master how to sixty-nine,
But practice might make perfect – and yes, perfect would be fine.