O! Her mouth, I pledge,
In one word, I cannot describe.
It drives me right to the edge!
Which, to it, I can ascribe.

This word of mouth, for which I quest,
This one little world I seek,
I will accept nothing but the best!
About her facial feature of which I speak.

But why, you ask, do you need one word?
Three or four, or "mouth" will do.
Because she often leaves me a loss for words
In a bumbling, ecstatic, syllabic stew.

For her mouth, she uses it well
For many tasks of pleasure.
About one, you I am about to tell
Where the joy is hard to measure.

The way her lips caress my shaft
When we have both stripped nude
When her mouth begins I'm already daft!
Getting into quite a frenzied mood!

O! One word should describe how her mouth doth start
That cruel, sweet rumbling in my member
For how her lips move with such skill is an art!
Ever feeling more pleasure, I cannot remember!

How her mouth, it continues to tease
Nearly licks, sucks, my soul right out,
It has me begging "Please, oh PLEASE!"
Whilst I start to twist and thrash about.

I swear I'm on the edge of this coil
As I'm finally allowed to release
Tingling pleasure through my blood doth boil
'Fore everything begins to return to peace.

What be this one word for her doorway to Heaven?
Could it be lips, licker, or love-bringer?
Or maybe for description I need five, six, or seven
Or, to say them right, I need to be a singer?

I fear that this task proves too hard
"I cannot find one word!" I sob.
For I am not a skilled enough bard
'Tis why an entire poem was needed for the job.

For Wordmongers' Masque: Poets' Ball