Dripping oil like spoiled butter
Sets my beating heart aflutter

Other mares seem now as trash
My heart beats for your rashy gash

The way you scratch and itch and whine
I could not live were I not thine

Sampling your flaky crust
It sets my breast ablaze with lust

That fire, too, o'ertakes my loins
Your sweet infection chafes my groin

Slathered in your od'rous grease
I cum inside, a sweet release

Your gratitude is needed not
It's gift enough, your grimy slot

O, Dash, beloved, nothing's greater
Than your rancid blue meat crater



Thanks for linking me my own pastebin, Anon.