OH DIS AIN"T BOUT G! This erotica minus the Irish slang (THANKS for the edit)
but in my dreams I feel your sweet lips on my pulsing dict.
Forgive my wanting to ravish you,
But my thought have me inside of you.
You could jail my for my desire,
and my flesh feels yours is on fire.
These rampant fingers crawl up on the inner tunnel
And it rips to shred me just like a raging funnel.
The whole shebang have me sticking out, darling.