Diabolically handsome
And sexy
Ride into my split fig
Crying with lust
Yearning for your phallus
To be or not to be possessed by
To be ravished or to run amok
With lambs or John Key, fie
I will wear nought but a smock
To my parents I willlie
You don't need to wank into a sock
You may spread inbetween my thigh
Space, vibrating, pulsating, cave for your cock
Batter my vulva, oh three-donged God
Whip me with your curtain-coloured coattails
Whilst sensuously feeding me cod
You are above the other males
Always me touchere, for yours I am
And wild for to ride, fuckier than a Tim-Tam
