For My Favorite Man

I want to be your private porno star;
I want to munch upon your candy bar.
Playing your skin-flute ought to make you sing
And fatten up your finger for my ring.
My honeypot in which your big stick dips,
That hungry mouth between my lower lips,
It wants to feel the digging of your mole,
To feel it tunnel in and make me whole.

My hand upon the barrel of your gun
Will guide my zero round your big fat one.
I want you sliding down my inside track
To get you to, you know, fill in the crack.
I want to have you hammer with your nail
Until I get delivered by my male.