Sour Butter

Watching me in the mirror eating through the crust
a lullaby decaying my insanity rising your quiche
so creamy tasting like sour butter from the udder
as I cum in communion on your breasts
licking your cunt’s spoon coating my tongue
in long sleep giving me the fever
whispering to your little pink coocoo
“No-no, Nanette, we have only begun”
watching me in the mirror eating through the crust