Tuesday morning isolation blues
(Slow wank in B)
Woke up this morning,
And wanked for a while.
Dreamed about pussies,
And tits and a smile.
No one has met me,
since early this year,
all I have are memories,
while I am drinking cold beer
Looking at Fabbers,
I need a hug,
They are so happy,
I cry in my mug
I think about licking,
while I rubbing my bone,
pussies and nipples,
I leave of a moan.
And that was my wanking,
my sorrow, my blues!
Just keep on thanking,
in the morning, it is better than booze.
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