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My Ode to (.)(.)

Tiny tits like ping pong balls,
massive tiddies I'm in awe.
Semi hard I'm so enthralled,
my love for tit is wild and raw.
Weak to every kind,
that I could find.
Black or white,
both alright.
Real or fake,
I don't care.
big or small,
I love em' all.
Near and dare,
to me they are.
Trust me my kind Sir,
I'm a true Gourmand of Le Boober,
the real top spot pro Tit Connoisseur.
Heil Titten Führer of second base Dolf Tittler,
you can call me Tits McGee,
the hero ya'll wanna be.
I'm a fucking bitch for nip
Tittie addicted bobs junkie,
When I see some nip slip I get D fevers,
it rustles my Jimmies from soft to boners.
Blood rush, cheek blush, face red,
Big bulge, dick throbs, play dead.
Don't matter because I still hold them all,
through the shame in my highest regard.
So size for me and etcetera is nothing,
they only need to do
that thing,
the thing,
that really does my matter.
That they make my heart go pitter-patter,
Boom Boom Damn
Beat so hard feeling like my heart shatter,
Glory to Bob, Booba, Boobs and Bobers!
God Damn I really love,
Tits.
and
no ass,
thanks.




Bunden vers (Rim) av Mauri Waris
Läst 97 gånger och applåderad av 1 personer
Publicerad 2023-05-07 14:03



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