My dear, I hope you'll not be sore
If I ask you for a spot of vore
A simple nibble's all I need
A chew, a chomp, it's time to feed!
As I go hurtling past your gums
If you hear a noise, it's just my cums!
How could a man e'er hold it in
When dealing with such epic win
As being vored by his darling wife?
Oh, that would be my perfect life
So carve my brain out of my skull
And place it in the black box hull
And flip the switch and turn it on!
Quick, quick! Before the night is gone
For we've so very much to do
So many vores, so much to chew
But be warned! For you'll face my wrath
If I find out you've had a laugh
At my expense, and lied about
What lies in wait beyond your mouth
For while I'm known to be quite placid
There better not be any fucking stomach acid