Mans Best Friend

Mans best friend's the cannine
We like their fornication style
What say we both get naked
And emulate them for awhile
 
On the way to getting there
We may somewhat compromise
French kissing and breast sucking
Finger fucking twixt the thighs
 
I'll be glad to roll right over
And play that I am dead
If you'll put your lips around my cock
And resuscitate my head
 
I will return the favor
If you straddle on my face  
I'll spread your lovely labia
Lick you in your special place
 
Pardon me, I have digressed
Which, very often is my style
Get on the towel and on all fours
We'll practice doggie for awhile
 
I'll crawl around and sniff you
From your flowing hair to cunt
May even tongue your asshole
That's what some doggies want
 
I'll move up close behind you
Put my paws upon your back
So my cock, in its erection,
Will fit nicely in your crack
 
You thrust your hips against me
'Til your pussy's on my balls
As you squeeze around me tightly
My hole movement stops and stalls
 
Like our canine friends, we're hung up,
And can't move to satisfy
I begin to howl for help
You begin to yelp and cry
 
I remember, from my childhood,
What we did to fix this sight
Would throw cold water on the dogs,
And the shock would make things right
 
Suddenly I feel cold water
My cock shrinks within your peach
You release your tight hold on me
Good thing we're on a crowded beach