Could of filled a thousand times
Up I went, opened that loose pink hole
Must have felt like air between thighs.
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But you were always wanting more in-kind
Up it went did you feel anything inside
Could say I was small I was 9 inches 2 wide
Keep it coming fill you up, my sacks gave too much
Empty shrivelled bags seeds sewn now only dust
T**ill the next time my **** *** Bucket love.

You have been with me from the start soft
Hard, never bothered which one you were
When I was young at heart.

I used to pull you my second brain, little soft
Then long and hard,as I grew, you grew with  
Me a friend that never left. Only in the cold I
Wondered where you are.

The years did pass and hair you grew, where
Once I had pulled, now you just went hard.
Embarrassed I was as always hard around
The girls, some laughed while others played
With it spitting at them when excitedly hard.

Age moved on my friend for life still with me
Still getting hard but when I wanted you no
More embarrassment on my face at random hard.

My second brain, getting wasted each day, never
Unclean as cheesy smell I do not want as girls would
Run a far.

We played in the wetness we have come so far letting
The children out in the damp park. My wife screamed
Harder deeper my god your big I love your hardness
Up me and the children were excited out of the umbrella
They went a bit to far.

You have been with me through the soft and the
Hard, got me in trouble, now three children later
I must end your spitting but you can still go hard.

***** your my friend to the end when we had no
One a palm and a video was are night in, then softly
You went as to sleep in my palm, from the beginning
Through the soft and the hard.

There's a pain in your head that won't seem to subside
So lay in your bed cos it's raining outside
But why lay there all day when there's things to be done?
Get up, go out and play, shift your ****, have some fun.
It's only a bit of rain and it ain't really that cold
Stop making excuses, you're not 80 years old.
But any time day or night, you'll find bed can be fun
When you roll to your right and lock eyes with 'the one'

Nectar is tasted upon
Awaiting lips, fingers
greedily licked dry.

Hands wonder to warm places,
eyes closed and pleasure building.
It's just an innocent stroke.

But his voice sets my skin on fire,
and I can feel it building.
His hushed commands leaving me wanting more.

I want to be good but I can't help myself.
Fingers sliding faster,
My body responds eagerly to it's rhythm.
Pleasure builds as his voice sets me on edge.

Please can I burst now?
As he grants permission I erupt,
toes curling and breathless.
I lose myself,
lingering for a moment between gasping fireworks and bliss.

You said I am silly
I used to sit on your lap while you're watching tv

You said I am naughty
I used to perform belly dancing while you want to write freely

My boy,  I am not mad,  really
Teasing you once in a while can make me happy

Because after you said that to me
You bathe me with kisses that taste like honey

I met a man, a man who talks and talks
He weaves fabrics and makes them into socks
Then sell the socks and buy some antique clocks
The clocks are then put into a precious box

This man I met, is man who talks and talks
Even he sits, or whenever he walks
He also writes stories 'bout the docks
Or clouds and trees, even worlds of faux

He is the man who loves talking to himself
In front of mirror kept so long from a shelf...