Darn Auto-Correct

 
She ruled his punts down to his rankles
Exposing the biggest direction she’s ever scene
“Oh my!” she exclaimed admiring his Venus
Feeling so yard and looking very mean
 
Do you like what you see? he said gleefully,
As she admired it with very little talk
Putting her hen on it she said softly
“It’s not the first time I’ve handled a glock”
 
She bent noun on her Nice getting closer
Starring his palace to be even more heard
She kicked her ships with wonton-mess
Then suddenly dove in without a word
 
She socked his clock with lost and fashion
Striking the shift from the bass to the top
Her eyes stared back at him productively  
While her ships and mouse followed it up
 
At the same time she cradled the bowls
Messaging gently and heckling underneath
The sensation made him sheik with the light
As he thought of saying “watch the wreath”
 
Instead he exclaimed “FLOCK that feels hood!”
As her tinge kicked and tapped very smooth
And just at the brink of his explosive sarcasm
She said, “it’s my turn” like it was gospel truth