Such Rare Beauty

More beautiful than any sun she rose,
To show her naked form off to the dawn;
Don't wonder who denuded her: she goes,
With a fond look, seeing he's tucked up warm
In bedclothes. While she does her ablutions,
He'll doze until she clambers back to bed,
Soon to awake to one whose solution's
Simply to give her lover lots of head.

She'll both arouse him and gently alert
The cock she is beholden to; her thirst,
For pleasing pricks, means she awaits the spurt
Of come with relish: so, she's soon immersed
In licking, teasing, sucking - every duty
That so becomes a wench of such rare beauty.