Haiku Third Post Slew

Climaxing with a belt,
It’s called autoerotic

I was passed around,
Fed by the frat’s populace,
Twenty loads in me.

How do I love thee,
Let me get this straight, you put
What in my sister?

I was thinking of
A love like this forever,
Gnawing off my corns.

Summertime’s coming,
Can’t you smell the springtime air?
Sorry, that was me.