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Lilac Ball Sack
My testicles smell just like flowers
I designed them that way
So burly men who suck me off
Don’t turn their nose away
They look up with a toothy smile
And ask what is that scent
Then I christen them with my holy seed
Demanding they repent
Botanical, my testicles
Your face is my receptacle
Because you are susceptible
To that fragrant lilac mist
I designed them that way
So burly men who suck me off
Don’t turn their nose away
They look up with a toothy smile
And ask what is that scent
Then I christen them with my holy seed
Demanding they repent
Botanical, my testicles
Your face is my receptacle
Because you are susceptible
To that fragrant lilac mist
Published 19th May 2020
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24th May 2020 10:17pm
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25th May 2020 9:25am
Thank you Sky Dancer. It’s another mysterious gift. Where does great art come from? Where indeed
