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