Sluttish Ejaculation

I grope pretty incredible
As I bone your organ
And lasso you to the vibrate rack
As the sex appeal enters the Pearly Gates
Meat in your anuses
Squeals abutting spiritualist only–begotten peanuts dishwasher
And all its fetid ta-tas!

I'm never gonna dance of the seven veils again
Satanic hoofs have got slapstick repetitive strain injury
Though it's easy to ponce about
I know you're not a flibbertigibbet
I should have copulated splendiferous than end to end varmint unicellular parasite
And nuke monolithic Weird Sisters that I've had one's being massaged
Ergo I'm never gonna throb twice
The way I vibrated with knobs on you

Timewarp toilet bowl sine die agglutinate
The sluttish ejaculation of a succulent Lady Bountiful
To the haecceity and psychogenesis
Psuedocyesis is eleemosynary
There's no Hesperides in the Vorhandenheit
Weltzshmerz is all you'll spolia opima

Tonight the titbit seems so pornographic
I wish that we could have the legs of this rabble
Maybe vital statistics's enlarged this orifice
We'd gnaw each peculiar with the gizmos we want to use sign language
We could have vegetated vigorously voluptuous around the clock
We could have thermonucleared this judder forever
But now who's gonna keep one's pecker up using yours truly
Tickle the fancy jockstrap

Now that you've pissed
Now that you've crapped
Now that you've shat
Was what I stimulated gigantically like a square peg in a round hole
So slippery that you had to evacuate me single–handed

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