И. Бескровной
Easy Rhymer
I love your sight
You hold me tight
I make a sigh
You grab my thigh
I lift my sweater
You grow wetter
I swing my tits
You go to bits
I feel your gun
You press my bun
I squeeze my halves
You blow your valves
I lift my skirt
You bite the dirt
I show some pink
You can not think
I scratch my bush
You push and push
I rip your fly
You ply and ply
I claw your back
You would not crack
I call you scum
You would not come
I pull your balls
Your motor stalls…
…I look for rhyme
You stick to crime.
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