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03-21-2008, 10:34 AM | #1 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,166
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Little Biscuits
Little biscuits
Cheese flavoured Your gentle taste I always savour I have no pockets To carry them when walking So I carefully insert each one Between my shaft and foreskin If you see me Reaching down Cup my fist Then reach towards my mouth Flecks of food and pubes Appear among my teeth I've just grabbed myself Some extra salty treats Carrying food inside my dong Keeps me happy all day long If you're feeling Kind of peckish Then feel free To go down there yourself But be careful As you fumble For it hurts me If the biscuits crumble Carrying food inside my dong Keeps me happy all day long |
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