Wag the Dog, Say Hello to Your Maker

I wanted it to never end
I wanted her to hate me
I wanted her soft belly
I wanted hills and streams

Such a sweet girl
Such a smelly pussy
How could honey on top
Be seaweed below

Dare say I tasted like smoke
Like mushrooms in a sack
Like old boots on a porch
Like a hound in the rain

I positioned her on top
Of me and my food chain
I called her moon out
To witness my wanderings

And there I stood
Replete in all my disasters
My errant fur bristling
With breath only for her