Could you be a Poet but didn't know it.

[moonvisage]

Over hill and over dale,
the local men she would all nail.
T'was the wind that swept her hair,
as she fed on country fare.

The sperm would flow,
The throat would gag,
Those brand new tits,
Never once did sag.

The men would gather,
And wank for fun,
as she happily drank
The Horses Cum!