In Viper's Feed

~Of that my soul in fever burns

of that my blood be fire~

~Within my heart be that of yearn

hungry be a viper~

~Of that embrace in of a kiss

sweet be in of wine~

~Drink of that be in your spit

tongues be interwined~

~Suck on those your rosen buds

blooming of your breast~

~Lick in round those busty jugs

be that in of caress~

~In that be of make love to you

unto the light of day~

~Imbue you of my burning spew

feed on that your spray~

~Forbidden fruit from that within

liquor from the keg~

~Of that be of the sweetest sin

kept warm between your legs~

~To bask in that be deep inside

feel your warm within~

~To grip my hard be locked in tight

of that be in your rim~

~In that of thrust to jaculate

of that be in be out~

~To that of sweet in lusted spate

of seed in being roust~

~Of that my loin be of inflamed

unto my seed in sack~

~Of that my groin in throbbing pain

be hard in long of shaft~

~In need be of to find escape

of that within the bur~

~Down the shaft of mouth agape

my seed be in of surge~

~In that to be in mix with you

inside your wet in warm~

~Be that in cumming of our spew

of each in every spore~

~To wrestle be in through the night

entwined in that of love~

~Unto the dawn be first of light

in that my hunger of~

Duke Sherman