Dirty Fridge Magnet Poetry Part I

Here's my latest opus:

As the gorgeous lusty she goddess fiddles his enormous yet delicate purple love sausage/Delirious whispers flood in a languid symhony as the club-like apparatus soars and shakes/Drooling a lake of hot sweet man juice like a spring through her gown to her bare peachy breasts

Let's see what all y'alls can come up with.