Dripping oil like spoiled butter
Sets my beating heart aflutter
 
Other mares seem now as trash
My heart beats for your rashy gash
 
The way you scratch and itch and whine
I could not live were I not thine
 
Sampling your flaky crust
It sets my breast ablaze with lust
 
That fire, too, o'ertakes my loins
Your sweet infection chafes my groin
 
Slathered in your od'rous grease
I cum inside, a sweet release
 
Your gratitude is needed not
It's gift enough, your grimy slot
 
O, Dash, beloved, nothing's greater
Than your rancid blue meat crater
 
 
 
Thanks for linking me my own pastebin, Anon.