First Thing In the Morning

She's been trying to keep a grip
Retain what keeps her sane
But she can feel her reason slip
As she steps out in the rain

The storm has washed away the quai
The walls have broken down
Just an hour left to pray
Before she learns to drown
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She finally shakes away this dream
Doesn't see a drop
But her lover's cock is what it seems
So she consents to take the top...

Out for another early ride
A queen upon her mount
Her poise remains a point of pride
And she'll make the morning count.