Botty-Gobbler Poem

I gazed at the fat whore's arsehole in wonder and shoved my nose

an inch or two from its unwashed stench and inhaled deeply;

the aroma I enjoyed reeked of true womanshit qualities: musky and meaty.

'twas truly top-notch turd meat, solid and firm and chocolate rich -

just the kind of luscious poop I needed to consume to subjugate myself,

a wondrous anal treat of masochistic splendour for shitfans.

I prayed the bitch had a two-foot sausage of butt-beef up there

and I begged her to start squeezing it out into my gaping gob.

her wrinkled asshole was more dilated now and ready to give birth

to a beauteous brown offering of god-given femmegirlcrap

"Eat it, you filthy mother!" my lover caringly shrieked

and I gobbled up every lovely tasty morsel, dreading what a waste

it would have been to have flushed down a toilet such faecal beauty.

As the sacred taste of the rich hearty pre-digested meat hit me,

I could scarcely breathe for joy, revelling in its wonder;

I chewed on the glorious, primal juices, thanking God for its horror.

"Thank you, you disgusting bag" I murmured gratefully

just before she farted and plopped another one in my eye.