When I find myself inclined to monkhood,
Slutty Mary comes to me,
Piques my pearls-spritz jizz gun. . .
Lechery.
She lifts my tower to hardness,
Sleekly handling spire in front of me,
Piquing girl of liftdom. . .
Lechery.
Lechery. . . .

And when the pokin’ part is steepled,
Risen to an apogee,
There will be demands for lechery.
And so the labes be parted for infill
Of clam-like cavity,
Where it will be clamped for lechery.
Lechery. . . .
There will be unhampered venery
Venery. . . .
Lickerish and then some venery.

So, when a night finds down me,
She will pull my gland enticingly—
Sire prod spills tube’s spore fo’ pregnancy.
She shakes pud with a pound and tube lick;
Slutty Mary plumps up me.
Piquing girl of prick-thrum levers me,
Levers me. . . .
There will be a hand-stir. . .spendeth me.
Spendeth me. . . .
Whip-it girl to jizzdom. . .
Pendency.