i do want you, want you bad, want you here, now, fast,slow i can't make up my mind, its so hard, its cold, its hot you realize that wanting you has forced me to stutter like a three-year old caught cursing, and my lips are pursing im tired of being so shy, it doesn't work, not for me or you i watch my dick jump up and down like its on a pogo stick and i want you to hump me, not to wonder or worry youre hotter than curry and i got to go with you, i've come a long way from being a virgin to getting my way and i still want you, right now its through look at my cock now, can you go down can we be now, when we do it and how at slow speed, i seem to gradually increase i rub up against you like a cat in heat and i need you, yes i need you and i'll heed you, and i'll feed you and i love it, and i love you don't want it, won't flaunt it in the nighttime, i am me and this is america, and we are free i am you, i haunt you but i am free, and i want you...
Reason for writing:
a musical poem...alien ant farm "movies"
a usual friday/saturday night...
Birth sign: Aries
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