My pen is breath become a wind
My heart is a goat's nest
Softly toasted I slipped it in
She moaned a little then started to grin
Skin color underwear…and
Tangly little hairs down there
This doesn't need to be sexual
My pen is breath makes me no friends
A sad sad sex ache
You thought a fuck would cure an itch
But my smell is unique, I reek
My pen is breath became a wind
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