To Bob
O lover mine, I love you dear,
I’m yours for ever, have no fear,
My lips, my breasts, my legs, my cunt,
My arse, all yours – no need to hunt.
When you’re at work I long for you,
My cunt goes wet, with cum, not dew,
Because I rub it well and true,
My fingers probe the way you do.
But when you’re home again once more,
That’s when I lie upon the floor
My legs apart – they want your cock
To be as hard as any rock.
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