Oh, the thin long slippery thing
That slips in my ass like a thief.
Oh, the burst, sudden, of water
As I squeeze the bottle,
With my ass on the pot and my
Two fingers fucking my cunt.
I feel a tree of warmth,
Take root and grow in my self.
I feel as though the border of self
Had broken down and become mist,
So deeply the warmth fucked me
As I squeezed slow and firm on the bottle.
What cock could do the work of water?
What arm, fist or hand could fuck me so?