*** Going Down *** For women: Penis breath, a lover's dread, Is what you get when you give head. Unpleasant as it tends to be, Be grateful that he doesn't pee. It's times like this, you wonder why, You bothered reaching for his fly. But it's too late, can't be a tease, Accept the facts, get on your knees. You know you've got a job to do, So open wide and shove it through, Lick the tip then take it all. Don't drag your teeth or he might bawl. Slide up and down, use your tongue. And feel the precum start to run, Your jaw it aches, your neck is numb So when the hell's he gonna cum? Just, when you can't take anymore, You hear your lover's mighty roar. And when he hits that real high note, You feel it oozing down your throat. Salty, fishy, sticky stuff, Okay already, that's enough. Let's switch you say, before you gag, And what revenge, you're on the rag!
For Men: Eating out and chewing down, but tonight I'm not out on the town. Tonight I'm served a seafood dish, well at the least it tastes like fish. Time to overcome my fears, as she drags me down there by my ears, to feast upon her hairy pie, where pubes and stubble jab my eye. She lies back and moans and then softly sighs, I cant help thinking about scampi & fries. Don't lick too low, move up a bit, got to be careful or I'm in the ****. Nibble, lick, caress and stroke, The things I do just for a poke. Up, down and right a bit, where the hell does she keep her clit? I'll never find it here like this, fanny design just takes the piss. To find my way around her ****, I'll need a torch and miners hat. I think my tongue is failing me, Christ I hope she doesn't pee. I've been licking her minge for years and years. I wish I could breathe through my ears. God I hope that she comes quick, since my neck's developing a crick. I'm sweating like I've got a fever, under the covers, eating beaver, I must have hit the right spot at last, cos' her screams are gaining volume fast, her thighs clamp tight around my head, and her screams scare the neighbors out of their bed. She's coming at last and making a racket, Her thighs crushing my head like a discarded fag packet. I'm choking and spluttering but she doesn't care, that my mouth is full of fish flavored hair. And that my face is smothered in thick fanny batter and juices that taste like a seafood platter. But she thinks it's funny, and starts taking the piss, but she soon stops her laughing, when I move in for a kiss.
