A Tongue Twister Poem About A Clitoris

Clitoris Mortis sucked Shelly Manhandler's mangy clitoris
So Shelly Manhandler moaned screams of ecstacy
When Clitoris Mortis's tongue twiddled and twisted on Shelly Manhandler's clitoris
Which wet Shelly Manhandler's wafers of loose lust and love
That zipped and dripped and drooped and sagged and zagged
Clitoris Mortis smiled a pile of whites with Shelly Manhandler's back bent backwards
Shelly Manhandler sprayed slippery sex juices
Up and down and all around Clitoris Mortis's moist mouth and his new New York City apartment
Shelly Manhandler was playfully pleased and teased with Clitoris Mortis's tedious and titillating tongue workout
On her knobby knees Shelly Manhandler wrapped her hands and luscious lips around Clitoris Mortis's manhood
Shelly Manhandler squeezed and sucked, lips smacking, stroking and bone wacking
Deep and nibbling, throbbing, head bobbing, big cock-tasty, on Clitoris Mortis's elongated erection
Clitoris Mortis continuously came cum-burst after semen-shoot, filling every inch of mouth-filled mouth
Shelly Manhandler, gulping and gasping, swallowed a serious amount, a mouthful, maybe more
Of Clitoris Mortis's shiny, hot sperm, tickling Shelly Manhandler's chinny-chin-chin
Then the hopelessly happy Clitoris Mortis went diligently back to digging his tap-dancing tongue
On the engorged, gorgeous clitoris of the sleepy, yet stimulated, Shelly Manhandler