My mind reels in debauchery of delight
Swooned by the waves of carnal pleasure
With maddened hand I reach for the treasure
Of profuse emitting of eternal seed
A seed to be given yet not to breed
But for want to further inflame the ember
That resides in the length of my rigid member
Explicit fantasy as a mind can contrive
Living as though the imagery were alive
Closer yet to my ambition’s goal to achieve
Were I to be cut now the wound would not bleed
Engorged cock thick over ball sac swells to contain
The mind reels of perversions fast and profane
As crème of conveyance liquid warm
Gushes white from the eye as were it a storm
Releasing pleasure-pain from within deep inside
The tormenting blue hue of balls will at last subside
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