As I sit here, thinking of there,
Felling the wind flow through my hair
With my love, so beautiful so fair,
My sweet lucario, giving a stare.
Lucario, how he loves me so,
I feel as though I let my thoughts flow,
I asked him nicely not to go,
But he must for it is cold
He runs back, jacket in paw,
Like he was trying to take my hand
Though I knew it's against the law,
But I knew in my heart, I'm his man.
He gave me a kiss, so supple and sweet,
For a long while, I felt the heat,
Of passion never once felt before,
But now I know, he was trying to score
He bent me over, again so sweet,
His passion and lust began to heat,
And what he did was such a feat,
When he shoved my ass, onto his meat.
The heat I felt as he pumped hard,
Man I wished he lubed with lard,
For the feel of his passion and lust,
Made me feel like I was to bust.
When he came after such a passion,
I was relieved, but for a short time,
He did that like it was going out of fashion,
I wanted more, so I began to whine.
He didn't even move or even muster,
Not so much as even a mutter,
But then a voice said, what are you doing Buster,
Then I realized, it was my mother.
To Be Continued ?