My Balls
My balls smell like a crisp morning in the alpine suck them and you'll feel fine perhaps enjoying it more after we have a bottle of wine and dine
They're smooth as eggs and they shine just made that way by god's design
Once they're whipped out it's impossible to decline you'll be drooling at the mouth saying "they're mine" as you feel an excited tingling sensation down your spine
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