when the lipstick is lost

when the lipstick is lost,
console me
 concalf me
   conbooty me
inveigle my pervious flesh into the imperious debauchery 5 gega closer to the seventh heaven than the acme of my 4seeing-opals
let your cherry arse be the red rag expediting my throbs
be foxy
     vipery
         be serpentine
take the cum quite sheer from the under-cock two pistachios of my own
coz this night
I'd love to ejaculate rearward rather than forth
let the semen trickle
from those egged balls
into ur ravenous ingurgitative throat
when the lipstick is lost
exhaust all snow-white juices
& get ur lips painted
with the eventually-oozing strawberry juice-like blood