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Fuck the sheets off
Oh God he makes me O|
And I know it's because
he loves me so
and it's only because
of Newton's laws
That we ever stop to pause
Because we don't conserve momentum
And I know that heaven sent 'im
That every inch is
a squeezable sinch
I'm glad I didn't shave
In the shower after
As my hand wouldn't behave
And my throat echoed with laughter
I love him dearly
And I tell him
Oh sincerely
Between each thrust
As I feel I must
For why would I hide
When he's deep inside
Despite the drink
He knows what I think
He makes me grunt and groan
And cry and moan
And after the final squeal
Itls ike they reinvent-ed the wheel
As I do not know with fork or spoon
I use to eat my noodles
Like without cape or shoon
Skeletons used to drive me oodles
But besides that he's majestic
And he makes me feel fantastic
That's all for now, sleep is needed
And so my muse is conceded.
