Honey, I love you and all that you are,
I the goodies you hide within your bra,
Those flub-a-lubs of joy,
By far my favourite toy.
I love your legs and what's at the top,
I like teasing you untill you pop,
As your love juice begins to flow,
My manly bulge begins to grow.
You may munch upon corn on the cob,
I'll begin greasing you womenly hob,
The wetness will help my rod fit in,
Then the act of love is sure to begin.
I'll thrust and moan,
You'll grind and groan,
I'll blow my stack whilst still inside,
Then Johnny will shrivel and start to hide.
I'll look you in the eye
And thank you for the pie.
Then after clearing my throat with a cough,
I'll tell you i've had my fun and you may now just fuck off. |