It's Ewe I Love

Oh baying sheep you call so sweet
with plush warm wool to hold on deep
I have to kneel to line up right
but my kneepads feel good all night
You're sometimes dry so i use spit
and my first thrust blasts me with shit
as soon we find a steady pace
and waves of pleasure find my face
it feels just like my sister's cunt
but you cry less I must be blunt
and better yet you tell no soul
that I cum in your lamby hole
So farming is my life for now
Till I do dare take on a cow
A pig, a chicken or even a goat
will know my love straight down it's throat
I thought a bull would be too hard
till one found dead in my back yard
I prefer my nuts stay in a pair
is why i never dare a mare
Which just leave ducks and geese and things
which hold quite nice on pulled back wings
Judge me not for my strange lust
try it yourself - I insist you must  
 
[Submitted in "Forbidden Lust competition 2/17/15]