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ANIMAL DESIRE
I follow you, you follow me,
Like a dog when bitch on heat be.
I'm roused to passion by the scent
That your feminine glands have sent,
Like a dog's ears, my manhood pricks
Up and stiffens like bone or sticks.
The time has come for us to "mate";
Get front of me, we'll copulate.
If we both had tails, they would wag
At the prospect of a great "shag".
We're animals at end of day;
Why not make love the 'doggy' way?
You get in front, with me behind,
My length your nether lips will find.
Let us make animal like sounds,
Like what we hear on the waste grounds
Where ferals accost local strays
And have their wicked canine ways.
I'll gladly grab with both my hands
Your pendulous mammary glands,
To raise the tempo of desire
By setting your being afire,
Then clamp you to me by a hip
While other hand plays your hair grip.
"I gotta have you", you have said;
Well you chose wise, I'm thoroughbred.
I'm not a mongrel who'd sure do
Sire young who would embarrass you.
I am someone who's of pure breeding;
The best answer to all your needing.
Like a dog when bitch on heat be.
I'm roused to passion by the scent
That your feminine glands have sent,
Like a dog's ears, my manhood pricks
Up and stiffens like bone or sticks.
The time has come for us to "mate";
Get front of me, we'll copulate.
If we both had tails, they would wag
At the prospect of a great "shag".
We're animals at end of day;
Why not make love the 'doggy' way?
You get in front, with me behind,
My length your nether lips will find.
Let us make animal like sounds,
Like what we hear on the waste grounds
Where ferals accost local strays
And have their wicked canine ways.
I'll gladly grab with both my hands
Your pendulous mammary glands,
To raise the tempo of desire
By setting your being afire,
Then clamp you to me by a hip
While other hand plays your hair grip.
"I gotta have you", you have said;
Well you chose wise, I'm thoroughbred.
I'm not a mongrel who'd sure do
Sire young who would embarrass you.
I am someone who's of pure breeding;
The best answer to all your needing.
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