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?