The Little Blue Pill
The little blue pill
Wont make you ill
But it will
Give you a thrill
Blood from your head
Goes down instead
A monster in bed
Will leave her dead
As hard as a rock
Is your c0ck
It cums as a shock
And your body clock
She screams for more
And although your sore
You're soon on the floor
For round four
You are now dry
The suns in the sky
It simply wont die
Just make her cry
Hours have now gone
And something is wrong
You're still very strong
A never ending hard on!
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