Oh yeah, I've swelled huge plump thing--
Not thin, my pumper gland.
Not I plays that pump thing;
I want to host your hand,
I want to host your hand,
I want to hose your hand.

Oh squeeze--play with me;
You'll flex my hood of man.
Don't tease--placate me;
Pet while I host your hand.
Endowment hosts your hand,
I want to host your hand.

And when you touch me,
I feel sap seethe inside.
It needs releasing, and I love
That hand slide, that hand glide, that hand ride.

Yeah, you've got it pumping--
Thicken my thunder gland.
A lake you'll be sumping
As my grow nads expand,
Having hosted your hand,
Having hose in your hand.

Now I debouch it,
All that sap seethed inside.
A spunky feeling. . .down your thumb
It will glide, from inside, to outside.

I'm soon done with pumping;
I think it's slumber gland.
But you feel that slumped thing--
Again I host your hand.
Twice will I host your hand,
Twice wanked, my hose more stands,
Twice wanked, I host your hand.