Starting the Trek from the grasslands,
Mine are the brown short grass,
Oh you didn't get it right,
I am asking your fingers to walk
From my hair on to forehead,
Walk into the plains that are rock surfaced,
But be aware, the rocks are sensitive to
Wet tongue and soft kisses,
Can you see those two orbs,
They are the entrances to my brain,
What I see decides what I choose,
So be wise and be at your best,
Join a gym and be in shape,
Because not only my hands
Or my thighs, but also eyes
Squeeze the body they like.
Oh travelling down on one finger
On the nose as you reach the upperlip,
I am already trembling with anticipation,
Smoothly slowly circle...