I am the bitch you'll never have, she laughed,
So do not let your cock weigh down each thought,
And do not try to tell me what I ought
To do. I do not want your spermy blast.
I am the one you have no hope to fuck.
You want to come within me? Not a chance.
You call that tiny prick a mighty lance?
Seek out my cunt, you'll find you're out of luck.
Do you imagine I'm your slave princess?
Aroused from years of sleep by your rough touch
And 'all' that turgid flesh - to ease your itch
Within my mouth and arse? Please don't distress
Yourself. My god, you really are too much,
She laughed aloud: you will not have this bitch.
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