Nymphmis Poem

'Twas the night before Nymphmas, around a quarter to four-a,

Not a creature was pissing, not even Aurora.

 

The 3 had stayed up recording real late, 

trying to get the new episode up by the next air date.

 

Milk, Cake, and Aurora all snug in their beds;

While visions of tentacles squirmed in their heads.

 

Cake with her strawberries, and Milk in their beanie,

And Aurora snuggled up with her two little weenies.

 

When outside the window they heard a soft moan,

“Aurora!” Cake said “stop watching porn on your phone!”

 

But it wasn’t the phone and it wasn’t Aurora ,

So our hosts jumped out of bed and ran to the door-a.

 

When what to the hosts eyes did appear,

But a man dressed in leather and gimp suit gear.

 

He had a black mask and two tongues for the licking,

His member in a cage preventing intercourse, fucking, and dicking.

 

They had laughed and laughed about this leather daddy til they cried,

So they knew right away it was that Old Man Cunnilingus guy.

 

He lapped at the air, tongues swirling, and dick throbbing,

Gyrating his hips and his head was a-bobbing.

 

"Now, Nymphomercial hosts, you’ve had your fun! 

I’m gonna use my tongues to make you cum!

 

I’ve waited a 100 years with my head in a potty 

and I know all of you hosts have been quite naughty.

 

I’m looking for my queen and not just anyone will do, 

so get ready for a century old screw!”

 

Cake and Milk were shaking, but Aurora was calm. 

It was finally her time to shine as a dom.

 

“Milk, Cake...I will start the fight. 

But I think you know what you must do to make things right.”

 

Aurora pounced on the man, and crushed his balls with a kick, 

much too fast for him to even begin to lick.

 

Cake ran to the cupboard, and tossed Milk a small case. 

As Old Man Cunnilingus snaked his hands around Aurora’s waist.

 

Milk handled the box and undid the clasp, 

and upon seeing the contents inside, let out a small gasp.

 

What they needed most as far as our hosts could tell, 

was to give a ring of the golden piss bell.

 

So Milk grasped the bell and gave it a jingle,

And Aurora felt something inside her begin to tingle.

 

A golden stream hit the gimp suited man in the face, 

and he swiped at his eyes like he had been hit with bear mace.

 

“PISS! MY ONE WEAKNESS!” He cried as he disappeared.

These podcast hosts were definitely something to be feared.

For they had spent hours, consuming erotic works, 

I guess reading all of the hentai has its perks.

 

They had seen the bizarre, wild, strange, and nuts. 

From eggs, to tentacles, and shoving sausages up butts.

 

The point of this tale was that there’s value in these kinks, 

these works are something to behold and they really make you think

 

About all of the facets of sex, eroticism, and expression. 

In these stories there is always a lesson

 

That can make you smile, butter your biscuit, or even make you cum. 

Hentai content really is a lot of fun.

 

We just want to thank you for listening and joining us on so many wild rides. 

Your love for our podcast fills us with so much pride.

 

So from all of us hosts to you listeners at home, 

We want to say thank you for supporting our show.

 

Happy Nymphmas to all, it’s been our pleasure.

Good luck on all your erotic endeavors.


Written by Cake, read by Juno, with music by MrDeadlyLuckySeven