Stir my love; awaken the beast from its lazy slumber.
Excite my horn love; arouse the trunk of your lusting lover.
Engulf the tip love; with lips, tongue strike the rod till red, set.
Tease my love; play with the horn till erect, veins dilate.
Caress my love; stimulate the mount till with magma it eject.
Squeeze my love; quench from juice of twain mangoes till sate.
Like an African bull, till dawn in a heifer on heat love to sow,
Let your dear, on you, employ a suitable posture to hoe.
Till we are old love, lets always in this manner stick intimately like doves.