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Back Away

I crave my sexy paramour
her body doesn't quit
my dick feels so good inside her
like that pocket of a catcher's mitt

Take her like she craves it
a special blend right here
others can look but can't touch
let them wallow in the beer

Breed her as if the last fuck of our lives
creamy saturation and all
a forceful delivery
the emptying of my tender balls

Send a message to any other
he better have his "A" game
or else when he sinks it in
she will be calling out my name

Oh she will tempt many a hard dicked fellow
and even a brief touch or glance
but when it comes to intercourse
it is my shaft that continues the dance

So go looking anywhere the scent blows
chase something hot you see
but as for this enchantress
her essence is reserved for me



Thanks to The English Beat, "Hand's Off She's Mine" for the inspiration.
Written by JAZZMANOR
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