A Semen Sonnet

The recipe's simple, just one part lust,
let the cock leaven to a swollen tusk,
then knead it and churn until it combusts.
Makes one silken serving of salted musk.

And to describe these curds of manhood spilt?
Like oil from a sweetgum's bitter roots.
Like vicious cascades of bullets of milk.
Like col pugno notes from a baritone flute.

Like a melange of melted ice cream and earth.
Like a navel full of candied fairy dung.
Like ambrosia scavenged from a dumpster
out back, still fresh enough for a savage tongue,

like the one which on your own parched lips is set.
Lend me those lips, and I'll return them wet.