Tattle Tale

Your Dick is a tattle tale.
Telling all his business about me.
It started soon after our verbal conversation.
Got your mind racing, thinking, wondering, hmm interesting.
And from our lip to tip, the head between your hips
Started speaking that different shit
He started hiccuping, trying to speak fully
It was like a baby trying to speak
Sentences all mushed together.
I feel bad that he gets headaches when I come around
Just getting to damn hard and nothing to beat it against.
Poor Guy.
My sexy sultry Midwest twang can't even say Hey
With out him getting up and in the way
He's always trying to make his presence known,
Especially when you hug me.
It's funny how he sometimes embarrasses you
Getting all...UP and trying to be in my face.
Your Dick's a tattle tale
Can't keep shit to his self.
Did he tell you how I tried to swallow him whole?
On countless times
Did he tell you how I stuffed him into
A tight, dark, wet place?
I bet he even told you how I beat his head against my walls
Until he threw up
And then I kissed him back to consciousness.
I laugh at the fact you act like I have no effect on you
Walking and talking like everything is cool
But believe me baby your dick always tells on you.
I won't say anything.
I won't pull your bluff, because you know this right here
Is that good gushy stuff.
Just want you to know
Your Dick is a tattle tale.

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