Your sausage spreads my walls so far apart
And goes so far inside it scrapes my heart;
No other man could ever fill me so
Or make me come so often, that I know.
The orgasms you give me wear me out,
But God! that's not a thing to beef about!
I want your beef inside me ev'ry night,
Over and over till the morning light.
I want to feel your rod explode in me,
Not trapped in latex, natural and free.
I want to feel your semen fill my cave
And wash away my senses with its wave.
I want you so much that I can't see straight,
I want you now, and I don't want to wait!
Reminds me of a Swedish girl I knew once who thought that a sofa was called a sausage in English, "I sat on the sausage to watch the TV." But man was she HOT !
Well done Otzchiim. Nice meat metaphors.
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Well done Otzchiim. Nice meat metaphors.
- Piquet