Warrior Pussies

I'm in the pit The only male in a sea of females I know it's going to be rough They'll toss me around They'll shake me Make me drool They'll shake me hard But with the right attitude This is the great test The crossing of a primeval sea As well as walking on sacred fire The air is stifling But the scents are intoxicating The war of hormones I must survive to the end The final test is terrible I should lie down They will crawl over me They will crawl with their full weight All of them without exception To make me smell their sacred sanctuaries They will press my face With their warrior pussies I should show my gratitude And lick them all Drink them Drink everything that flows No escape No refusal No retreat Except the folds of their own Vulva No exceptions No surrender To the very end Even unto death if necessary But I must be accepted It cannot be otherwise