Pucking Babylon
You groin suckers working your glistening rod through time's
Silver pole, fandangos swallow it whole; gulp, the goo of yes you....
Grasping, it's shaft sliding across these slippery tongues teasing tonsils
Twisting in a bind to gather their droplets at the back of your daemons throat.
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