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Delights Of Work (edited by Petit_Minou)
Here is a naughty throbbing boner so ready to play
let not any restriction get in the way
the most desirable expressions we both can say
with your touch aroused anytime of day
So even if that call is late at night
not to worry here there won't be a fight
ready to rock to till dawn's early light
the sounds of contentment and the feel of my might
We can hit it gentle like the trickle of rain
or can bump with vigor like the pulse of a train
just looking at your trips drives me so insane
that sent to oblivion is any thought of pain
How much lubrication is needed for a smooth fit
bring to me that body oh yes you can sit
I have brought scented candles just need to be lit
that fever of carnal release is what has bit
Not to be left hanging as if comfortably numb
want to feel it all not deadened with rum
the beat is kept steady like the African drum
now look what has happened you have made me cum!
let not any restriction get in the way
the most desirable expressions we both can say
with your touch aroused anytime of day
So even if that call is late at night
not to worry here there won't be a fight
ready to rock to till dawn's early light
the sounds of contentment and the feel of my might
We can hit it gentle like the trickle of rain
or can bump with vigor like the pulse of a train
just looking at your trips drives me so insane
that sent to oblivion is any thought of pain
How much lubrication is needed for a smooth fit
bring to me that body oh yes you can sit
I have brought scented candles just need to be lit
that fever of carnal release is what has bit
Not to be left hanging as if comfortably numb
want to feel it all not deadened with rum
the beat is kept steady like the African drum
now look what has happened you have made me cum!
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