She takes me places
That I cannot describe
She scrapes her nails down my
Backside and she scribes
Spelling out our nicknames
“Leethal loves Daisies”, In this “Bic” games
She starts out slow, but then
Her licks change
We know to some, this pic strange
But I’ve died and found myself in Heaven
We’re not 69, but more like 24-7
She scripts tattoos on these white sheets
Daisies, I think she likes me
I think she writes me love letters
Then oozes juices on you to make
Our love better
As she leaks, we two freaks just look
We act out what she will script in our book
I lick out her creations and you swallow
I Take Daisies by the hand and she follows
As we ride, slip and slide
Riding her, gliding her points
She’s not resisting while we’re twisting
Her joints back to front
Across these sheets, baby what you want
Daisies kisses my pen
And eyes spin in backs of heads
Black ink spreads in tracks of beds
As we lie hand in hand in pure joy
We seek out our play toy
It’s a Pénage A’trois, but I’m not a playboy
I get up to leave she scripts out,
“Stay boy”
We proceed to caress her, undress her
As she soils these white sheets
Through two orgasmic forces,
Atlas a masterpiece…