Home Alone

It was Sunday afternoon, everyone was gone
My kitty itched so I called my boyfriend for a scratch
My boyfriend appeared with a pack, said twill be fun
By then I was wet with gasoline and he was the match

I told him to lay his back and pack on my bed
Then I pushed him back and sat on his head
I pushed my well on him and told him to drink
Then I brought out his pen and sucked out his ink

He said I was naughty and told me to kneel
He bent my back and Moses' rod entered the sea
I was with the most high as orgasm flooded my head
And the volcano continued its explosion until the very end