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This bulbous, anal syringe is
Beehive of benevolent bees.
Bereft of their angry stingers,
They swarm with a warm hunger
For intestinal honey. When inserted,
They shall buzz about in your
Bottom-most basin,
Tickling your spirit’s very core
From the writhing insides out,
And when you are warm and tingly,
You shall send them from the honeycomb singly,
Then wipe your bum-hole smugly,
And wait for their returning, tonguely.
