bad drunken poem, though it does rhyme somewhat

Let me hear your voice ringing deep down in my core.
Something of your voice touches places ne'er seen before.
Let me feel the tickle of your laughter in my pants some more.

God I'm sucha pervert but I can't stop thinking of,
places that I would like to have lubricated latex glove
When we are together I see the heights of heaven above.

Never let it be said that I'm an unfulfilled whore
I like sex, I like porn, bet you couldn't tell before.
let me touch you in some place that makes you cry out more.

Then you'll see the real me all wrapped up in latex wow!
Like a giant dildo, ready to get up in your privates now!
I'll make you scream, make you shout this poem sucks, and how..