>>59725690The image that haunts me is the thought that she wants me
In her sheet, on the table and in the shower
While I bend her over and steal her flower
But alas, I've spurted. Gaeta on the calm sea.
In the state of shame, how could I not foresee
Guile gal, over me, holds all the power
My fruits, my seeds. Everything has gone sour
My soul is imprisoned by her royal decree
Your days are numbered, the wicked demiurge.
Your sulphur stench and your heart of soot
Has driven me to collapse; I'm on the verge.
But I still can think, and you are only a lonely brute.
Be petrified, lying creator, for the next time I splurge
Will be in the form of a red super chat stating SHIORI CUTE
