My thoughts are sinful
For the thoughts I
think
Are of the open petals
Of your flower moist
and pink
My thoughts are sinful
For the thoughts I
think
Are of the open petals
Of your flower moist
and pink
She is a dirty little witch
And you have that
horny itch
To feel your swollen
cock twitch
So pop on a night
fighter
Its time for your
bishop’s mitre
To penetrate the
pillow biter
You wouldn’t smile at me
My sweet innocent miss
If you knew I wanted
to visit
Your sweet haven of
bliss
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a summer dress
Leaning over the
handle bars
To make better
progress
When gravity
intervened
As if in answer to a
prayer
And presented to the
viewer
The most perfect pair
My thoughts are sinful
For the thoughts I
think
Are of the open petals
Of your flower moist
and pink
You wouldn’t smile at me
If you could read my
mind
And vividly picture my
thoughts
Which are of a lustful
kind
Thoughts of bending
you over
And taking you from
behind
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a summer dress
Stood up on the pedals
To make better
progress
And get her up the
hill
Her dress billowed in
the breeze
And to universal
delight
Showed a view above
the knees