Lord, Save This Unholy Baptist

Lord, save this unholy Baptist!? Her lactation, like mother's juice, slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist. To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice, with corkscrew thumbs, and practiced wrists, like a gander she mauls her goose! If hairy chest stirs those supple breasts in whorish barns (near lover's inns), then with my cock's erectest crest, the buttocks (of her cleft nether-chin), like meat pies, I durst hurry test, lest I, limp, err in deadly sins! But I pray Thee, O holy Godhead! I durst not be so thus content'd, when, like dogwood, is my sainthead, when goes my pizzle unlament'd; and, like Pan, to c*nt the nunhead, I've foregone your grace, unrepent'd.