Stinky Wet Poems

Author: STINKY WET ONE

Rain as dark as night runs down her thighs,
I’ll guzzle up the filth oozing from that orifice,
A nasty pool of glossy, gooey excrement,
Mixed with a splash of concentrated urine.

Rain as dark as night runs down her thighs,
I’ll guzzle up the filth oozing from that orifice,
A nasty pool of glossy, gooey excrement,
Mixed with a splash of concentrated urine.

Double-double, intestinal trouble,
Her bowels burp and her colon crumbles;
Double-double, intestinal trouble,
Her bowels burp and her colon crumbles!

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Thou bearst a tide of pitch within thy loins;
The very rain descends and softly weeps
To wash away the gleaming, oily soils.
From out that sacred breach there flows a stream,
Of glossy muck both hot and strangely sweet;
It mixes with the saltish, sharp-tasting foam,
As if some river god were drowning feet.
Twice double doeth nature’s drum beat loud,
While bowels burp and colon crumble deep;
A horrid feast no mortal soul could proud,
That feeds on such grotesque and slimy keep.
Then hark! What sound? As thunder rolls afar,
So blackest doom shall settle round thee far.