Not for the faint of heart
Seriously, what's the deal with rimming anyway? Seriously.
If you wanted to taste what I ate yesterday,
You only had to ask.
If you think I could be cleaner,
Then, well, thatís a pretty easy task.
I mean: what are you, a cat?
To be honest the only worming
Iím comfortable with down there
Is the kind Iíd tell my doctor.
And itís not like I ever asked you for anal, is it?
Now you seem to quite enjoy it,
And I donít want to spoil your fun,
But that slippy-swirling sensation,
Of tongue lashing my rectal passage,
Lathering up my rear iris,
Feels more like diarrhoea than
Any kinky kind of act.
But, well, if you really have to
A little to the left please?
And can I at least double-fist you?