she said it tasted like a fuzzy
ice cream cone & I let her;
she said it barely fit in her
cheeks & that she felt like a
chipmunk so I offered her
some tea but she only wanted
the bag & I had her boiled tongue
for a Saturday night midnight
snack; she slobbered from
underneath spitting up *****
follicles from my hairy nuts;
coughing like a cat choking
on a hairball; nuts can dance
if u play the right tune, humming
a few bars w/ a drunken smile;
she said she had to go to church
in the morning & that she was
in the choir; any woman that
can eat the body of Christ
***** deep is my kind of Saint