Your pussy has a power, which one cannot control.

Your pussy has a mission and my tongue achieves the goal.

They may go to war at night, to see who ranks on top

My tongue is always destined, to be in the right spot.

Your war chants do not scare me, to some it sounds like Hell.

My chants may be silent but they sure make you feel swell.

I do not need eight inches, when I’m equipped with mine

I spit and slobber, twist it around, my tongue will do just fine.

I spread your legs more open, as the harder I may lick

To use my secret weapon, then I would be a dick.

The fire is now fading, as the river begins to flow

I lick a little softer, as my fingers enter below. 

Pull my hair and scream my name, my GOD you are the best

I told you I was good at it so next time get your rest.

She screams that I surrender as she grabs my dick with might.

She tells me I have one the war as I tell her good night.