Red Dead but no redemption
Lead for your head, one left and you need dentures
Soundtrack something sensuous, backing track for sexual adventures
Chasing me like they’re needing vengeance
Ping bing, leng tings in mentions
Asking about cock length and grip strength
Sending me pictures of their unmentionables
Until I’m harder than stone used to make henges
No route, no map, bird on my lap, whispering the uncensored
She wants to eat my ass and drink my sap, bowling ball baps
Four eyes, my pineal and my Jap’s
Nutted, she kept sucking I was fit to collapse
From all day slugging suds
If I know I’ll only see you once I’ll mug you for drugs
Aura, drinks getting poured out often to stop boredom
One called Laura, looks right off Coleridge’s Mount Abora
Wants to get abhorrent, show me what her jaw can do
Mouth could fit two, glitzy but gaudy jewels and outfit tawdry
Sordidly demand her out of that kit
No need for plan B, finished on those tits.
Alchemisland 
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