To My Beloved From the City of Luck

Being my honeycup and dish A delicacy from an inn lavish Thou are such a fine female Of thy supreme ‘mole’ male Serving so sweet secretions In our suite in successions During our oral rendezvous We involve in mutual woos Ever appetizing is the flavor Of thy honey with no color Ever yearning to dive deep Into the clutch only to sip Between thy thighs I find A solace when we entwine An awesome hutch solid Where we compete rapid..!!