Massaging My Extension
D'ya know what flips my flipper?
yup! you guessed, a bevy of beauties
hanging on to my body parts
uh, massaging my cheeks (oops, sorry)
uh, massaging my extension (oops, again)
look I'm trying... did I just hear you say
“yes, VERY trying”
just a normal male stud with
an overactive out-of-control masculine libido
we're all the same eh, and you thought
“no, this guy is more refined!!!”
ha! fooled ya... I'm just the same over-sexed
divine specimen of a male stud
that you've read about in that dime-store
novel you read while sitting on the throne
okay okay I see some wee ones present
what I meant to say,
“I'm just the same over-vexed
divine specimen who just needs a nudge”
(you know, like my hoo-ha, that is)
okay, my flipper is flopping again
hang on while I try to calm it down!
uh... my mind... have you seen it lately
it's around here somewhere!
oh my... what the hell am I trying to say!!!
oh, oh, they're here to take me back again!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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