Let me to kiss your chewy lips,
Draw drops of blood with little nips,
And **** them up in little sips.

Your teeth, as white as yellow snow,
Crooked and spare, do seem to show
Like rocks of rosin in a row.

Your forkèd tongue did lately taste
A cockroach fat; now, should you haste
To **** my breath like solid waste.

To me there is no greater bliss
That heaven could hostage than your kiss.
Come, kiss me before I take a ****.  

O.O