The Ballad of Ben Wa

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Just a fun little piece I did one day.
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Ben Wa cut off his balls
Gave them to his wife
He said Here babe hold on to these
Guard them with your life

Well the wife she had no pockets
Or purse to hold them tight
So she put them between her breasts
Where they soon fell from site

The balls slipped through her dress
And bounced upon the floor
She just had time to catch them 
Before they rolled out the door

She put them in her mouth to wash them
Cleaned them with her spit
Then she had a brilliant idea
And shoved them up her slit

The balls moved around inside her
With every move she'd make
Her knees began to shiver
Her belly began to shake

She had a huge orgasm
Then she had two more
By the time Ben came home
She was rolling on the floor

Well Ben he asked for his balls back
But the wife she said no way
Your balls they bring me pleasure
But you're a lousy lay

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29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 3 years ago

Good mix of poetry and irony, naughty fun to read.

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