Naming of the Parts

For those of a military cast of mind There are many poems they can find Which do embellish battlefield glory In the telling of their story. But for me there is another field of play Where merry pleasure is ne'er far away. Not for me delight in weapons martial Rather the joy of parts venereal. Your soft hair framing your face Your soft lips yielding with grace And your soft darting tongue lambent with the sweetness of heaven sent That elegant and graceful neck I next address Whereon a gentle peck and soft caress Lead to the ruby roundels of your swelling areolae Atop which stand your radiant and pert papillae. How the gentle smooth curve of your skin Gently and softly draws me in Until, as brave as stout Cortes , I rest upon Mons Veneris Nestling in the ***** is The magic of the ******** Whose caressing works like a charm To trigger a mighty ****** Then down through those wisps of hair Until I joyously find where Your ***** moist and moistening Do invite my tongue to paddle in That divine nectar of your welling spring With legs spread wide signals me come in To fulfil the passion of our play And unite in loving ecstasy. 'Twas Ovid with his Ars Amatoria Explored amoris ars gladiatoria Wherein your scabbard could sheathe my sword And that is the purpose of this world. Where military men are needed To keep us safe and undefeated My plea to make love,not war Is my carmen et error.