Going Down South

I know its southern
I see a touch of class
and just as stunning
lovely precious ass.

I see routes whispering
calling my tongue's tip
To slather down the shadows
then linger at southen lips.

I know its southern
from head to her toe.
She can wear you out
come back with some mo.

Look at that hair
drapes right down south.
Pointing at the prize
cravings for the mouth.

Oh, nothing but pleasure
tantelizing to the mind.
Uh uh, matters not a damn
if the view be from behind.

I know its southern
dribblng juices from my mouth.
Hey yaw'll, check it out
I'm going down south.

Del Cano 2006 Feb