Spiced Heat

She says she like spice,

So you tolerate by eating more rice.

You really hate heat,

But when presented with it,

You are sure to devour it.

You lap and lick,

Smash and eat,

For her heat is something you need.

But your lips are not the only thing that needs heat,

For her wet, smoldering, molten lips are filled with greed.

You push your tip,

Into her heat,

And make sure Gaeul gets her wish of breed.