A glove to cure his itch.

The foxgloves may be creamy, but her cunt -  
It is far creamier; for, it's been filled:  
From dusk until first light, it's borne the brunt  
Of thrusts. Throughout the night, her master's spilled  
His come into her tightness several times;  
And she has sucked it all up eagerly,  
You' d think she was quite wanton; see: the slime's  
Just sliding down her inner thigh, to be  
Scooped up upon his finger; and, then, pressed  
Into her dry backside, where it can ooze  
Into her passage, for he has expressed  
A wish to fuck her rear; and she can't choose  
The moment when he'll take his foxy bitch  
And use her like that glove to cure his itch.