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Porny Makes Men Horny
I awake at night,
A sound gives me a fright.
I hear something in my homies room,
Its nowhere near noon.
I heard a moan,
I heard a groan.
Somethings not right,
Its the middle of the night.
I open the door,
What I saw, Im not sure.
I see my homie, dick in his hand,
The look on his face was bland.
He gives me a grin,
Then rubs his chin.
He invites me to watch porny,
I tell him im not horny.
He urges me,
It sends a surge through me,
I tell him im not gay,
He told me I can't stay.
A sound gives me a fright.
I hear something in my homies room,
Its nowhere near noon.
I heard a moan,
I heard a groan.
Somethings not right,
Its the middle of the night.
I open the door,
What I saw, Im not sure.
I see my homie, dick in his hand,
The look on his face was bland.
He gives me a grin,
Then rubs his chin.
He invites me to watch porny,
I tell him im not horny.
He urges me,
It sends a surge through me,
I tell him im not gay,
He told me I can't stay.
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