Shall I buy me a stick
when Thou art small and mushy?
Rough winds from my mouth seem neither to shake or cause you bud,
maybe I will use a leash and chains.
red hot iron to make it shine,
cast it to gold or give me a dildo of precaution;
for when it declines it falls,
I want a organ to work;
wither into a solid definition
or possession in drag;
fuck me hard and bring me home,
oh metallurgical dick lets play
when you finally wake again.
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