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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.10.12.41.7025]] |
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Got me right riled, this here dilemma; I never thought I could come to this; I could go on forever and ever, and in one way I will, but somethin's amiss. There's a part of me don't wanna let it go, yet it what's I'm supposed to do, It's equal part ecstasy and torture havin' so much of the stuff inside of you. You don't want me to spill it, baby, I guarantee; spittin' it out just ain't wise, They ain't made no insurance enough for time I cover you from ass to eyes. I got that growl right down in the pits of my innards; growin' boy gots to eat, Was I to follow traditions of the American man, I'd feast on starches n' meat. But that ain't enough for me, darlin', no way; I've discovered another menu, For I got myself a feast I'm gonna attack like wild beast on down within you. Smorgasbord, oh good Lord, got sugar lips, suck the tips, buckle hips, snap, Peel back the skin, get tender fruit within and lick the bowl 'fore blastin' cap. She's my international cuisine if you know what I mean; I loves exotic food, Nothing finer than your meal spread out to reveal she's in this tasteful mood. Little bit East and a lil' bit West, I believe I said it best when I described it so; Baby bent like a Slinky and got filled like a Twinkie and asked for second go. But here's something kinky if you'll nod and wink me, I did this just for kicks; She ever eject like a llama I was gonna tell her Mama 'bout them chopsticks. |