(1)

"Then, brown turd gifts
Began to escape
The sweet puckered rosebud
That is your anal opening
And difficult - very difficult - though it was,
I was able to eat it all
Without anything to dilute the nauseous taste of excrement,
Knowing that by doing so
I was worshipping you
In the ultimate way
Simply because
The beauty of your magnificent Goddess person
Overcame any revulsion the act
Of eating your shit
Might have had
And I was momentarily overcome
By the glory of this near spiritual
Interaction between us."

(2)

"Beautiful Goddess
Filled with soft but potent brown substances and sacred golden liquid,
The Communion bread & wine of my worship,
Before I go further
I have to say that though eating and drinking them
May be difficult,
There's something genuinely supernatural
In the tastes of your brown and golden wastes,
Yes, the taste of your piss touches my soul,
The taste of your shit,
Strong to the point of being almost "repulsive"
Is nevertheless filled with the power
The beauty
Of your goddess self,
And, yesterday as I gazed with worshipful adoration
At your vaginal flower,
The dark brown shit
I had just seen leave your delightful anal opening
Was on a dish before me,
Ready to be eaten with a fork
For your Goddess pleasure and amusement,
And, it was a struggle for me,
But, praise you Goddess, I was able to worship you by eating it all
Without dilution by some alien confectioner's creation."

I suspect the above might explain why I prefer to view shit-play as worship!

(3)

"I looked up
At your charmingly puckered anal opening
(A place of beauty too delicate and sweet
To simply be called an asshole)
When the large turd log descended into my mouth
And I managed to eat your shit
Without aid of diluting substances for the second day in a row -
I knew then that my toilet service to you
Had become total to an extent rarely achieved."

Tell me that that's not erotically charged!

(4)
"As my tongue worshipfully cleaned
Your anal opening
Which had just dispensed
Its rich brown gifts
Into my (your) toilet bowl mouth,
This altar of my worship
Came alive with small shudders
In the delicate microscopic nodules
Which emerged from the sweetness
Of its satin like tactile tissue
Still touched with tiny fecal flakes."

And, that is pure sensuality!

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