Irrumatio


Roped me in to a smokin’ swingin’ group-grope,
can’t count the times I’ve licked the boy in the boat.
At times it’s a grind, times money for old rope,
shovin’ my o-pin-i-on down their th-roats.

What’s the matter?
What’s up? What’s wrong?
Sounds like the cat got your tongue.

Irrumatio.

I don’t know their number I don’t know their name,
turn ’em upside down they’re pretty much the same.
Nothin’ quite like a trip down mammary lane,
a shiny pearl necklace makes me glad I came.

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Tellin’ you straight, maybe I’m gay:
I got no time for your quick foreplay.
I already choked the chicken today,
now I’m chokin’ you I can’t hear what you say ….

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©7.11.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

Can’t count the times I’ve beat the boy in the boat,
Maybe it’s a grind, I’m not sure I don’t know,
Sometimes it’s a grind, sometimes money for old rope,
Freud wudda had wi’me a left-field day.
turn ’em upside down and they’re all the same.


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