Rite Of Pupage (EXPLICIT)

Juices spew, let loose from my sluice;

Alabaster ejaculate,

A cascade of puked mucous.

So, I begin to suffocate;

The chase where there's nothing to catch.

My line of sight dims to rufous,

Haloed by dusky vignette,

While my limbs and lips are glued stiff.

My veins expand, 'cuz my lungs can't;

And with that - a forced orgasm.

I contort, but movement's scant.

In the footsteps of my spasms,

Fires of gastric acids burn;

Lake of flame with depths unfathomed.

Still, I squirm - but I've lost my nerves;

Churned to curry, in this cistern...