Number Two, the Sex Epilogue

My jizz-syrup, yes, my jizz-syrup
Mixes with your taste of crusted lovejuice
And it tastes like ass-juice
The ass-juice of a virgin
I smear smelly lovejuice on my tool opening
I am earth, ass-wind, I am fire
Fanny fire
The blazing clit of the Gods

Penis cheese like beautiful bread
Beautiful breasts, the undulations fall and rest
Bubbles of cum, so hot and yearning
In your bum, all filling, spluttering
New life whooshes up and out
I tickle a trout
I tickle a trout’s plums and run
And run
Into a cow’s udder
The udder of Buddha

The willow droops and weeps penises
Hung low, drinking in the stream of cum
Your slender fingers
Sausaged up like a pig’s snout
Touch my balls on Sunday
The news is hot
The news is not
The news is all about sexual healing
Healing the feeling
Or painting the ceiling