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Click hereI get on my knees,
Aiming to please,
Look in your eye,
And zip down your fly.
I throw you a smile,
Show you my style,
Your cock I take out,
And open my mouth.
I make like a whore,
get on with my chore,
Look like a queen,
A blowjob machine.
I feel like a glutton,
I over indulge,
Pull back my head,
I wait to get fed.
I close my eyes,
and get a surprise,
My mouth it fills up,
When will it stop!
Time for a treat,
Something to eat,
Your cum I ingest,
Get some on my breast.
Finished my work,
I give you a smirk,
You call me your whore,
I beg you for more.
"A blowjob machine" was the most exciting phrase in an otherwise dull poem adrift in a sea of dull sex poems that all read the same.