Borne from the Bowels of a Goddess

My heart pounded when my guest—who's such a hotty—
Wincingly asked me if she could use my potty.
I listened as she unzipped and lowered her pants
And gyrated while moving in a frenzied dance.
With her pants around her ankles, now she's sitting.
Comfortably sitting she is soon to start shitting.
She doesn't go quietly. She farts and says "Oops!"
This lady does fart and shart a lot when she poops.
I'm hearing her every moan. grunt, whimper and sigh.
I'm hearing her loudly shart and saying "Oh, my!"
Again, she farted and sharted and heaved a sigh.
Then she sharted again, and again said "Oh, my!"
Then explosions of poop began filling the bowl.
Her poop was blasting from her beyond her control.
How loudly she sharted while releasing her load.
A heavy load she had dumped into my commode!
Her load was so heavy she couldn't flush it down.
Coiled like snakes in the bowl was her poop—caramel brown.
The peanut butter poop in the bowl coiled around
In the aftermath of her sharts that shook the ground.
She was shitting pretty as her butt exploded,
Her butt filling my bowl with poop it unloaded.
I couldn't believe what had come from the booty
Of a woman so shapely, who's such a beauty.