Kneel before me, your king; I have a cane.

Open your mouth beauty and eat pain.

Let the words out don’t let it choke you.

Spit a word and he will enter with no trouble.

My thighs are stiff and my rear is harder than stone.

What are you doing to me; I am in a furnace.

Your teeth is at peace with your tongue today.

Touch him from beneath and make me swing.

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By Ian Dei

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