Ich essen grosse, sate my appetite!
Pearl my tongue’s seeking is hidden from sight.
Many the wonders heaped on smorgasbord;
keep juices coming, woman I want more.
Tantalization at both head and feet,
I have great hunger, what I need is meat.
Flick of a tongue’s tip, gentlest of bites,
if pearl’s got a skin gonna peel it right.
Sand inside oyster produces sweet pearl;
coming together best meal in the world.
Sands in hourglass through the hole must pass,
timepiece’s beauty makes my heartbeat fast.
Ever would I feast at that holy trough,
only refraction would make me give pause.
Swollen, distended, tumescent reprise;
oh, joyous rapture! For this meal must rise.