Semen Quasi-Sonnet

She: My loins are all pustuled in woe And livid scabs adorn my lips. Both my frothy places prove I'm a ho, As I bend over on spasming hips. He: And I my hips bring to you, Where head with head conjoins, And milky love squirts ever true, While in your palm I plop my coins. She: As I your manhood masticate, Your love, a slobbery falls, Down my chin rolls like fate, Relentless as your balls. He: Oh, my strange, curved tool too blunt I'll ram straight through your grainy cunt.