| If I had… Oh, if I only had a proper cunt
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| I would be delighted to lift my skirt for you.
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| I would gladly take your hard cock in my hands
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| and bury it, ever so deeply, in the darkness of my tomb.
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| Come, my handsome ghost of lust, and masturbate for me I promise, it will get you out of your misery
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| I have been sleeping on the flours for days… to keep
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| myself from dreaming,
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| a punishment for things delayed and maybe for
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| disbelieving.
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| Don’t scare away the old crows in the field,
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| walking in lumber… through rows and rows of corn.
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| I am madly in love with a sad illusion, don’t you see…
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| but, then again, aren’t we all?
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| He will build a temple, a temple for your Schwanz,
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| and he will build it with his mouth.
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| He will chant the poetry, words of heartfelt longing,
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| all through the lonely midnight hours.
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| If I had a proper cunt, I’d lift my skirt for you,
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| I’d take your hard cock in my hands and bury it deeply in my tomb. |