Disconnected From Realm

Pussy piss like tar, like mud,
out her slit began to flood,
never-ending, turgid flow;
shall I come
       or shall I go?
‘way with her,
to puss-a-plenty,
this fair maiden:
       one and twenty
       was her age;
       she a healer, I black mage.

On her cast, a curse was spoken:
       “Apertwat!”
       her box broke open;
       deep inside her did I spray
       formic liquids; white, now gray;
       her red insides, agitated,
              “Gross—I should have masturbated!
              Not should I have fucked with thee,
              thy cum makes me itch, like fleas!”

Oh, I cried, be that as may,
       or April, when the flowers jump
       and jostle by the lane,
       from heart of Eng-a-land to Spain,
       wouldst thou dance with me, today,
       in heat of springtime,
       underneath the rain?
              “No, fuck off,”

I fell with pain!
       but on her
       I shall not pass blame,
       for tis I,
       yes, he, very same,
       who put upon her opened minge
       the ghastly juice
       that made her cringe,
       and writhe beneath her pussy-banks:
                     “You ‘re a bad boy
              and need a spank!”

Why yes I do
       how did you guess?
       I said, sucking on her bare breast,
       but rapidly
       her boobage trembled
       and her cleavage, then assembled,
       thrust before me beads of milk;
       what is this, Heaven?
       divine silk—
       Ambrosia
       straight from the Gods;
       I drank her, drank her,
       Please don’t ban me mods!

But banned I was
from this fair server;
       verily,
       I drank not further;
       but I say
with great a fervor,
       should again the time arise,
       with ample mirth,
       I’d dive betwixt her open thighs.