In my hand I did a thumping

As I fumbled and struggled
Unbutton this, unzip that why tisn’t it free – damn I hadn’t unbuckled
Then it sprang out big and proud
I wondered why I hadn’t plowed
The damsel called whore
It wouldn’t have been that hard chore

Grasping I began a pumping
Up and down with force just like humping
I thought of her mouth
Warm and inviting she had been just to my south
She could have done throat deep and sucked
Or perhaps by chance I could have done the face as puss and just fucked

It hard to understand the mysteries of my mind
There are few of my kind
Never in the here and now do stay
Always away with my mind away
And now I just have my hand
This is just not that grand

I whished I had done the humping
In her twat I could have been thumping
Deep and hard then fast and furious
In out in out it could have been injurious
Now I must make my on cum
But don’t think I’m a bum

Then my bird so noble
Came and watched me do a Chernobyl
All over I spurted
He thought me quite perverted
“Why this,” he asked “you didn’t have any luck”
I replied “I couldn’t even buy a fuck”

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