Last Meal (for Devlin DLC's comp: ~ Oral~lingus (erotic men's comp))

Dead man walking, they all called out to me
I stepped into my room, leg irons caressed my ankles
Cold shackles locked around my wrists
Then chained to opposite stone walls
Stood at the foot of my bed, then forced down on my knees
Just having finished feasting on my last meal
But I still had one thing left to eat, the second course of course
My last request awaiting me, served fresh with whipping cream
For the warden was a woman and promised to grant my dying dream
But if I failed to please her with the talent of my tongue
My beheading would be doubled upon the rising sun
No touching was permitted with my hands six feet apart
Just close enough to hover, hanging just above her muff
My nose tickled by the depth of curly hirsute fluff
I tried to dive but the chains of pain held me aloft
Then she raised her mound to mouth where I landed soft
If my feet were not chained down I'd have leapt upon bush
And sunk my other head with one last final plunge
Must be a previous prisoner took that fatal chance
Before meeting with twin beheadings from a sharpened lance
So I decided to taste her glaze and explore her donut hole
Where cherry filling flowed just beneath her sweet custard soul
So explore I did to steal her royal treasure chest of liquid gold
But she reversed the rainbow and her golden shower came to me ice cold
My shock and awe made me hungry to devour every ounce of chocolate pudding
And damn near broke my neck to give her my very best tongue whooping
Then when I was finally done 'cos she had nothing left to cum
She pardoned the head upon my shoulders but put to death the other one