I'm not a pervert, I can attest,
I just love women with oversized breasts.
And the nipples don't have to be covered with jam,
But I do love the taste, of a great bearded clam.
But I'm not a pervert, I just love the smell,
That women emit, when I ring their bell.
I love the moaning, and thrashing around, ve
When I tickle their monkey, all covered with down.
And I love their tight little butts,
Sticking up in the air.
On the side ofa bed,
Or the edge of a chair.
But I'm not a pervert,
Of that be quite sure,
I just love girls charms,
So rich and demure.
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