At Your Behest

Your commandment:

Shove my hose
Squelch it up
My cunt canyon walls
Searing the rivulet source
Nyloned frenzy too much to pent up

Give me your mirrored agonies
Bite nibble the pinked folded furies
Raise the hood
Tongue-pry it wide enough to float the stream

Jar my rear's hinges
Panty thrustings with fingers enclosed
Cunt ass clustered to bellow
A clawing rake
You'll rid my frustrations

Just smear your features
Coat your hair
Rub the emollient froth to death
Spit if you must

Preferably you'll
Quench that slaked
Guzzle of
Yours.