With eyes demure you gingerly advance,
Your hot-pink rocket stirs beneath the fur.
With trembling hands, I quickly drop my pants
And kneel to take the mounting of my cur.
My pucker'd rosebud, pulsing with delight
You sniff and lick, and with a feral growl
Pounce firmly 'pon my back with canine might,
and with surfeit of joy I scream! I howl!
Your stiffen'd meat my sphincter penetrates
and with each thrust it cleaves my colon wide,
as, sweat-bedewed and crying I await
your frothy spunk to paint my fleshy hide
With shudd'ring frame you come; I can't, I've found.
Dear Fudge, a dog can't give a reach-around.