To Her Coy Pussy

You put your pussy on display
Yet tell my tongue to go away.
My tongue, still bold and unafraid,
Pulls back, nonplussed and quite dismayed.

And yet it's not prepared to quit
Its quest to lick your pretty slit.
With words seductive, flirty, sweet,
My tongue cannot accept defeat.

It presses forward, toward its prize,
Between your luscious legs it lies.
My tongue, you see, enjoys the hunt
To capture, taste, and lick your cunt.

"Stay back!" you say, and yet I hear
The end of your resistance near.
My hands, so gentle, press your thighs
To bed, on which your body lies.

"No," you say, with voice grown weak,
Belying pleasure that you seek.
Your body, dear, has met its match,
And now my tongue invades your snatch.

It pushes back those luscious lips
While hands hold down your shapely hips.
My tongue then circles 'round your clit,
And up and down that pretty slit.

You moan and cry, and then you shiver,
Body shaking, all aquiver.
My tongue, pumped up with its success,
Pulls back, away from your sweet sex.

"Baby," my tongue is bold to say,
"You may resist my charm some day.
But now you've learned my simple trick:
No pussy can resist my lick."