Ode To Amelia's Bottom

Amelia Henderson, sit on my face
Trapped in your bottom is my favourite place.
With my hand on my heart, I can truthfully say
That I wish I could suck on your hole every day.

There are those who would argue my thoughts are quite heinous
But I can’t help myself – for I worship your anus!
Around that small opening, my lips long to roam
Prepare your sweet mouth – as I plunge my tongue home!

Now lodged in your passage, I can hear a shrill giggle
As I thrust ever deeper, around me you wriggle.
You are pressing down hard, I am trapped in your bum
Your hand holds my cock – I am starting to cum!

When I went down behind you, I thought myself clever
But soon you will trap me inside you forever.
The thing I most longed for has now come to pass
I am lodged in your crack, I am trapped in your arse!

The moment I saw you, I lost all control
And I knew I must bow down and worship your hole.
I trembled with fear as I lay on my back
And I gazed open-mouthed at your long, hairy crack.

I knew that as soon as you had me in bed
You would pull down your knickers – and sit on my head.
You would rub your hole on me, as hard as can be
Your anus, the opening … that no man should see!

The risk is worth running, of that I’ve no doubt
As I watch your hole open and pucker and pout.
My heart skips a beat as your cheeks open wide
And I’m drawn through your hole … as you suck me inside!