Damn! You've got a fine phat soft place
that makes my nature rise
I'd really like to find myself
There - between your thighs
And as I take the moment
To push it - through and through
Holdin' on - for my dear life
Yes! I'm overdue
So when you see this message
Think of many things
How hard my woody is-
And tongue to make you sing
Think of many rockets
Of flights in a balloon
Of reaching for the sky with me
I hope that it's real soon
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