This was one of those poems that was just sort of a silly contest between poets, with the first line being mandatory. Well.....

Mooshy, mushy, over the smoothie
she was all over me
she had to scream over the machine
my fingers slipped on her sweaty sheen
my tongue slipped far in between
the syrup of her essence lathered my chin
she pulled me up saying "Please put it in"
she settled down over me
her mushy, mushy over the smoothie.

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