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I like your dick. I like it even more
Than Cap'n Crunch's peanut butter cereal
(Which sandpapers my gums, abrades them sore).
Ah, how authoritative, magisterial,
Resplendent is your dick; how de rigueur
To take it in my mouth and make it dance
Until it bathes my throat in swich liqueur
Of which vertu betented be my pants.
I like the way its doughiness, its play,
Its pliability remain intact
Till those few fevered strokes before you shoot,
And then: so round, so firm, so fully packed!
Above all other joys, I like the way
You tremble when I work it, stem and root.
Than Cap'n Crunch's peanut butter cereal
(Which sandpapers my gums, abrades them sore).
Ah, how authoritative, magisterial,
Resplendent is your dick; how de rigueur
To take it in my mouth and make it dance
Until it bathes my throat in swich liqueur
Of which vertu betented be my pants.
I like the way its doughiness, its play,
Its pliability remain intact
Till those few fevered strokes before you shoot,
And then: so round, so firm, so fully packed!
Above all other joys, I like the way
You tremble when I work it, stem and root.