Submit me to your beeping technolgy,
let me swim down your tube like a whale in a vagina,
i rupture as you penetrate my fiery chasm.
jammy jam jam.
Turbulence makes the heart grow fonder,
and the anus spill out it's contents,
and the vagina cry like a woman whose son has just been murdered but isn't quite sure yet because the police haven't let her know because they like her and don't want to hurt her feelings.
my labia aches and my ovaries split and my head tries to reach but my tongue isn't long enough to satisfy myself.
i'll use a bottle.