***Prelim***

At the stroke of hands,
I know this time,
You slow me down,
You are my rhyme.

My spacious pace,
Your lips, my grace,
You know my place,
Inside your face.

I clutch your locks,
Your silken flocks,
Pull close your mouth,
Oh please stay south.

Your lips divine
Traverse sublime,
Drink from this vine,
My fine white wine.

***Final Exam***

Yes take me in,
You are my sin,
Your mouth
Becomes my shrine.

No clocks dare run,
Once we've begun,
I'm spilling, I'm filling,
You dine.

I measure each minute,
You measure each inch,
I treasure each pleasure,
You treasure the quench.

I twerk,
I jerk,
I spasm,
I quake.

You grasp,
You gasp,
You vacuum,
You take.

Thank you baby,
For easing the ache,
I'll return the favor,
Make no mistake.