WHAT OBJECT IS IT?

Oh, what sweet perspiration
Running down your sides, and
Tiny dew droplets trickling
From your eye. You bring a
Sparkle to her soul as you abet
Her mouth's throat hole.

Sliding down on her tongue with
Bubbles of infatuation. Cooling
All her fixations.

Only you can see through her eyes
Of inspirations, and provide healing
To her sensations.

Oh, her dear you're known for great
Solicitation; you provide much
Restoration. The greatest of
You is no expiration.