Bestiality

Your Bestiality seems to Become a reality Fingertips....wet lips I love it when you lick Honey-dipped skin I can do nothing But comply to your Every whim and appetite Ohhhh...I love the way you bite When I seem to entice Your heightened itch Yes I don’t mind being called your B.... The groans and moans You want silenced For all those who want to listen To this kinky event In this position I’m willing To do anything....even pay the rent I’m developing some type Of anatomical monkey on my back Yet your rhythm remains Conclusively enacted When I throw it back I was inadequately prepared For these moments of Lascivious acquisitions And animalistic demeanors How I savor these junctures of carnality And your monstrous bestiality