A Short Poem Containing Yiff
A fox and vixen stole away
one night under the moon
and said the dog unto the vixen:
"What now shall we do?"
The sky was dark, the stars were not
and both of them could see
that in a moment all their clothes
on the ground would soon be.
"Let's have a little in and out,"
said Missus Fox who grinned.
And Mister Fox returned the grin
with some shenanigans.
The shirt flew off, as did the skirt
the shoes were gone as well.
This heaven here, beneath the moon
was worth a thousand hells.
Her breasts were globes of ivory,
her legs were alabaster,
her mouth was like a lovely kiss,
as wet as an April shower.
His phallus was a shaft of flesh
that pulsed and sprayed and pushed,
and into her, his member always
smen seemed to gush.
She groaned and gasped and then collapsed
his motions just too much
his semen flowed, his back was bowed
his was the perfect touch.
"Be still," he said to lover sweet,
"Be still and let me work,
For now's the time to say no more,
surrender to my perk."
And that was that, I am afraid,
the two just kept on going,
those foxes there, without despair
one buxom and one cumming.