however hard i try to hide
the naughtiness will slip and slide
squished in the corner, of me, inside
to quiet it down i've really tried
it comes out roaring, makes me ache
the screaming need to find a mate
the thirst created i must slake
from the vanilla i deviate
my saviour/fuck, must be all man
if floods of passion he will dam
how many fingers can he jam
as my sex he starts to ram
feel the heat of passion build
see the empty as its filled
hear the cries of lucy drilled
o h g o d....
my naughtiness is stilled
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