A Special Feast

 
I gazed at the fat whore's arsehole in wonder and shoved my nose
an inch or two from its unwashed stench and inhaled deeply;
the aroma I enjoyed reeked of true womanshit qualities: musky and meaty.
'twas truly top-notch turd meat, solid and firm and chocolate rich -
just the kind of luscious poop I needed to consume to subjugate myself,
a wondrous anal treat of masochistic splendour for shitfans.

I prayed the bitch had a two-foot sausage of butt-beef up there
and I begged her to start squeezing it out into my gaping gob.
her wrinkled asshole was more dilated now and ready to give birth
to a beauteous brown offering of god-given femmegirlcrap
"Eat it, you filthy mother!" my lover caringly shrieked
and I gobbled up every lovely tasty morsel, dreading what a waste
it would have been to have flushed down a toilet such faecal beauty.

As the sacred taste of the rich hearty pre-digested meat hit me,
I could scarcely breathe for joy, revelling in its wonder;
I chewed on the glorious, primal juices, thanking God for its horror.
"Thank you, you disgusting bag" I murmured gratefully
just before she farted and plopped another one in my eye.