Parallel Lines. 17
Ah,
This fella and me we felt so free
In the bustle of Christmas Eve
He merrily felt right under my belt
Ran his fingers up my sleeve
Felt for fur as if I were a cur
Or a babbling marmoset
But when we awoke as Christmas Day broke
I hadn't seen the best of it yet
He sucked my cock for breakfast
While I grew and grew and grew
And the Taming of Me was something to see
Like the Taming of the Shrew
He rimmed out a bit my stunning piss slit
Then took the damn thing down in his throat
Pumped it until it started to spit
Put the Issue on Remote
Then he rolled me back on my shoulders
Stuck his tongue right into my ass
Played Rock and then Roll with my juicy manhole
And with a move which was even more crass
Lubed up his effervesence
With a carton of applesauce
Proceeded to give me every drop of his essence
To show me just who was Boss
And with a plumb of one mighty thumb
He breached my Ancestral Vault
Pushed in its brother and then another
None of which was my fault
Then with a twist of his very hairy wrist
I became like Belle le Grand
On his wrist, I was waltzed on like Vera Hruba Ralston
And nothing was second hand!
Then,
Throwing himself Down There on his Bones of Prayer
In ways too immediate to mention
He proceeded to engulf and drain my Wolf
To express his good intention
Yeah, he sucked me off for breakfast
With a Brolly and many a Munch
We proceeded to be fine with a 69
And proceeded right into Lunch!
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