Every hole was a goal, and he was
Going to score, she had opened all
The doors the smile told his glee as
A smile spread from him ear to cheek.

***** was the helper, loosened parts
Otherwise locked under lock and
Key. They were in the throws of
Passion entry open for his pole.

Pink was wet, tasty, hairless except
For a ***** line, fingers strayed as
Two finger glistened with nectars
Juice slipped in both awaiting holes.

Love graced pink covered in silk, then
Back doors opened tight fit, squeezed
In moans of pleasure and pain meet, it
Was like bash the ****** swapping greets.

Each was filled, there was only one left.
Her mouth waiting for loves eager meat,
She smiled as lips tongue did meet, in
The throws of unedited passion.

Pigtails were gasped upon, pile driving
As if time running out. Then passion took
Hold as lips did meet, and then the untold
Did unfold, that moment forever silenced.

Tongues meet as fondling each other, then
Sense touched upon texture,

"What's that on you teeth,

She smiles, and all is clear on white, yellow
Stained, food for thought ideas do meet.

"Is that sweetcorn, I didn't eat that this week,

And horror fills faces, neither does speak. just
Gestures on features, thoughts collide and meet.

"I had a salad yesterday,

"But I brushed my teeth, mirror was my witness,
"There was nothing this morning just pearly whites,

And then like a bulb, **** meet meat, greeted upon
Her eager lips, as he heaved and both looked down
Lumps tiny tucked neatly under skins meat. Moved,
Edged back to what was about to greet.

"I think I'm going to be sick......,

Like a corn on the cob but with one kernel missing,
The one on her teeth, both preyed to the porcelain
God, as the truth of every hole did greet, always check
The pipe work, never knowing what you may meet.