Vicious love for something sexual,
speak of the devil it’s pure intellectual!
Joined at the junction of intimate function,
massaged with a kiss will never malfunction.
Open the mail and lick the stamps,
the taste that gives the tongue the cramps.
Clockwise spins and grins called sins,
but in the end it’s both who wins,
a visit from the splendid, sordid snorkeler.