Lust is a nice thing to feel,
Be careful though, it tends,
To spread, into something,
You might desire, too, much,
You do not want it to fade,
From your excited memory,
The music is powerful if,
You listen to it soon enough,
It will follow you to bed,
Bucket, rubbing it in your head,
When no one will,
Help what you cannot contain,
The excitement you carry on,
In your head careful to,
Say too much out loud,
A spanking might be in order,
To drive the point home,
Casually letting,
Your baby know you want,
Her in your life.
About the Creator
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Hahahahahaha this was a naughty one!