A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
You have a meeting with my ass
I hope he'll put it up my ass!
Let's have him
Why don't you capture me fully?
Playing games with hidden meaning
Are you clapping or just bragging?
See something you wanna pound?
So small and pleasantly tight
Take your pick, you lucky bastard
You clearly pack what i need
Get in for a closer look
Between hard and harder