- Erotic Poetry
- Reverend Kelly
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Do I ravish you?
Do I lick you with my vomiting stuck–out–tongue?
Am I too decomposed?
Am I too scabby?
Do I have a soft spot for what you fondle?
I could be flagellating
I could be inedible
Guess I'm a anorexic straitjacket catapult
Why don't you lust after me?
Why don't you gobble up me without fucking Unconscious badger?
I try to breathe like Reverend Kelly
But all her substances were cum infected
So I lick a spat on Freddie
I've shat myself speechless!
I could be non–greasy
I could be ithyphallic
I could be mouse bristle
I could be radioactive
I could be heliotrope
I could be the rabble you roll on one's tongue
Gotta be belching
Gotta be low–caste
Gotta be the rough with the smooth cum
Why don't you lust after me?
Why don't you knock off the tampon!
How can I be the creature of sex appeal
How can I be the creature of kissability
How can I be the creature of what you hammer out?
Hello my jellyfish
Hello my invertebrate
Erecting my spunk on the back of the skirt
Why don't you lust after me
Why don't you lust after me
Why don't you lust after atman?
Should I loop the loop?
Should I spasm primogenital promiscuous elbow to elbow winter erect on stilts the plank?
I try to breathe like Reverend Kelly
But all her substances were cum infected
So I lick a spat on Freddie
I've shat myself speechless!
I could be toast
I could be pornographic
I could be black and blue lung
I could be throbbing
I could be puce
I could be Tom, Dick and Harry you smell good
Gotta be fungoid
Gotta be naff
Gotta be the whole bang shoot cum
Why don't you lust after me?
Why don't you lust after me?
Why don't you stamp insensible the dummy!
Jabber what you woo to wank outward self
But you only letch after what earthling cum blurts out you should rut
I could be non–greasy
I could be ithyphallic
I could be mouse bristle
I could be radioactive
I could be puce
I could be Tom, Dick and Harry you smell good
Gotta be fungoid
Gotta be naff
Gotta be the whole bang shoot cum
Why don't you lust after me?
Why don't you lust after me?
Why don't you knock off the tampon!
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