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I thought to Grow a Moustache

I thought to grow a moustache
To take you for a ride
Cannot talk about it
Tongue's tangled up inside

A bareback ride, what do you say?
Your pelvis in my face
I'm not a fancy thoroughbred
But I'm in it for the race

I'll place my lips between your lips
And cling to what you've got
Your swollen clit encourages me
To lick upon your twat

The starting gun has fired
Lickety-split, we're on the run  
The track is getting wetter
Riding to orgasm's fun

My moustache now is dripping
This ride's been mighty fine
You're trembling with ectasy
As you cross the finish line

 I'll never shave the moustache off
Or wash the place it grows
So every day, the scent of you
Will be right beneath my nose
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