In the morning
When nature calls
I stand erect
Warm inside
Hairy outside
Driven by instinct
My muscles harden
Like shells of nuts
Sweating with passion
I can't resist
I cry out loud
I stick my head
Into pure bliss -
A C l u c k i n g C o c k
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