I'd make you have sex with Jessie
on her period, extra messy.
Her cats would watch with shock and awe,
strap-on stuffing your exit maw.
The look in her eye is not meek,
how 'bout the tear upon your cheek?
How 'bout the pit inside your soul
as she runs off pinching your pole,
without explanation or note
she's gone with a flick of your scrote.