The Ballad of the Sacred Cock

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It' s time to honour a very hard guy, Mr. Penis!
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A tribute to the upright and erect

Who holds the bumps and thrusts of life
And the hardness in the tightness
But that massages and craves you
Who gets wet all the time?
If not soaking
It is the sacred cock

Your loins and groins
Are your buddies
And your testicles united with you
Bundled twin brothers
Oh how painful a kick
Or blow is
The one that hangs on you up there
Roaring on the floor, bended, Ouch!

Yes, you have a life of your own
Sometimes your subject is embarrassed
But this person on you is just an appendix
But without this synergetic symbiosis
YOU couldn't even exist
You suck blood like a vampire
Into your erectile tissues
To wake up from your limpness

Yes, yes, the famous morning erection
What fine hardwood
That should be rammed into damp soil
More than a sharp splinter
To drill deep between seductive,
Moist glossy lips

The tail doesn't wag the man
O high priest, wild Oscar
How did you worship the phallus
Even the ancient Greeks were sharp
And made sculptures
In your honour

Ho! Ho! You've been in so many wet holes
And still have no rheumatism
My fierce comrade who becomes a fountain
You are a stained brother
Come open my shell
Slurp it
You old virgin eater, you lustful dragon

You are the snake that is allowed to crawl into me
You are the stick in my bush
You heat every crevasse
You are the sword in my sheat
I'll be impaled by you with relish

A stake in my pocket
That stretches me to the breaking point
And in my mouth you are smooth and silky
Give me more of your drink
That is filling and thirst-quenching

You love anal-ysis and power calculation
The isosceles triangle between my legs
You expand me to infinity
My flower blooms only for you
Our penis is the clitoris

Clitoris likes to rub against you
To cuddle you humid
You understand that I drool above and below
When your rebel rises
Storm my sky

When I think of a pit full of cocks
I feel so different
Three of them at once
In every hungry opening
Waiting to invite you all at the same time
Inseminate me in every hole
That I slide slippery down your back

O mortal sin lust
I love going to Hell for you
Because there are beguiling Devils
And horny Demons without end
And I still have a long way to go
Tried all tail species
You may hurt me until I'm raw
What bliss!

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 4 years ago
nice try

maybe a little too long but what good is a short cock!

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