Grease pipe

Grease the pipe in the shallow hole, Wet the thick piston with the oyster shell, Melt the soft tissue with a pressure hydraulic, Probe the nether regions with a dipstick, Beat the monkey with the bitch-bush, On the conjugal bed, let me get my hands on your mammary glands, I’m just doing what is natural, and you want it to, Skip the innuendo, and suck my juicy toes, Eat her Swedish blonde poetic lines with red-wet lips, If I got you alone, could we ridiculously lose the social propriety? We all want to, squish the soft butter with the hot knife, Wrinkle dream, anorexics, beauty queens, make-up, tight clothes, Oh, yes, most everything we do, is about sex! Porn-show, move stars are always sexy, beauty is all we desire, Let’s cut to the chase, and get naked Slosh the noodle into the barbecue marinade, Pollinate the honey-pot with the bee sting, Open the sluice gates so the river can flood, Prod the sword in the pirate’s treasure pot, Stain the tongue with the swinging peri winkle, Shove the leprechaun into the moist dark basement, Suck the joystick until the coy face is wrinkled, Swallow me whole and then have lunch, Men or women it is what you think of, So could I be straight with you, and you know what, Sun-bed, brazilian wax, mini-shirt, dyed hair, gym work, Always we are trying to look good in the nude, So can I be straight, and dip my sausage in the mustard pot? Can you hide forever behind polite society? The moon is out, go wild, cosmic poetry, pneumatic drills, Ergo, lose yourself in the dark tunnel, Let the tanker ship pass into the open canal.