Hello, Penis, my old friend
Ive come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Spilled my seed while I was sleeping
And the vision, that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of Spanking
I reach out for the tissue box
Making sure my door is locked
Neath the halo of my macbook pro
I set my browser to Attack of the Show
And the woman who makes every episode fun
I make the sound of Spanking
And on this one website I saw
10,000 porn clips maybe more
People making love to old people
People using strange harness systems
People using dogs
In ways dogs never should be used
Its called abuse.
Echoes of the sounds of spanking.
And the spanking carries on
Through the early light of morn
And my roommates can all hear me
And someone has finally called the police
And in the standoff that ensues I tell them masturbation is every living creatures God-given right.
They should know.
Whispered, between the sounds
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