That job like a blow
Coming from a she such a show
Expertise of those lips
Whirp, whirp, lips like ellipse
A special- made for chewing whip
In ease you‘re swallowed deep
Wait… the pace in increase
Your want increasing, immunity in decrease
Unendingly rushes out uhmns
Becoming your newest song in hums
Moments ago, your zipper was in wedlock
Before long nails zhew’d it to shock
Maintiain ego in present state
By being nothing but a blank slate.
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