Wicked Tuna
She yanks the line!
She’s hooked me good!
Reels me in
To her hood.
Yanks me out
Of my skin.
Reels me into her sin.
That inner need,
That’s what sets us free
To feel so deeply and
To be in love… again.
I’m her one and only yanker.
A real time kitty spanker.
Spinning tales
Hook, line and sinker
She lifts me up wiggling in the air
And licks my stinky sphincter.
She’s the one who smells real phishy.
A feely dead head ringer.
Patchouli is her middle name
While she gives the finger.
She’s taken all my money
With her silly games.
Sure, her first she says is "Honey."
My head is buzzing -
It can’t be mine!
She’s descaled my mind.
Fileted my soul.
Cooked me up
Into her fold
I find...
I’m flopping on the ground,
Squirming uncontrollably.
She gurgles and she giggles
While she swallows down
My Taquila-soaked worm.
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