She’ll bruise ya, she’ll shake ya, soon she’s gonna make ya
Contusions; she’ll harm ya. “Bumped off” is your karma?
She sure goes for your toes; crazed, she’s broken your nose
Ya ache-a.

As a gorilla, she’s
Going ape. . .bawl, “Koko, no!”
But her resolve won’t slow. . .can’t get away from her maul.

Body’s getting slammed,
’trophical thinking as you get rammed.
Is she squalling in rut?
Is she wishing for your steeled-up gland?
Shouts of “Koko, no!”

She’ll bruise ya, she’ll break ya, do she wanna make ya?
Is she cruisin’ to arm your love like ED pharma?
She sure goes for your grows, ape-on-the-make bimbo.

Youuuuuuuuuu have got a frown and you plead, “Koko, no!
Don’t make a pass
As if I am your beau
There’s where you shouldn’t go!”
Grave shouts of, “Koko, no!”

Your part she seeks; she’s glommed on that physique.

She pulls out plenty. . .
Likes your pheromone chemistry—
Ai-yi-yi: she’s gonna try simian depravity.

Ape-to-spoon delight:
Cock flails, her poon/clit tight,
That dreamy look in her eyes. . .
Give you a gropical contact-thighs.
Grave shouts of, “Koko, no!”

She spoons ya, she shakes ya, soon enough she makes ya.
Your tuba’s a mover into where it’s groove ’er.
He-spar go, mons squeeze so; ape, she now does please so.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Guy make no more complaints of “Koko, no!”
He gets there fast;
She wants to take it slow,
So she signs to him: “Go
Play ’round fo’ Koko mo’!”

Port o’ quimpse: She signs: “Want gland like chimps’.”
Resting body grows
Into that place for Koko throes;
He finds he wants to crow:
“My fetching babe, I’m enthralled!”
Makes sound of “Koko, yo!”

He grooves her, he makes her, dude partakes and quakes her
To a new urge, she wanna only love with bwana.
She harm, no, man who go crazy for her mojo.

Groove! “Want sapiens go down on Koko, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”