Oh Father Take Me

Oh Father Take Me by Wandyful St. Bond there was a man upon thy church who preached upon thy preacher's perch his figure like a muscular hulk i thought oh my what a manly bulk still strong cheeked and with a warm white beard like santa claus in dancing moonlight bellows flaunting thy rear and when that man cometh down from thy pulpit i saw his heavenly chest that god erotica hath sculpted and dare i young virgin girl trace that man down upon thy father's closet i dare i dare trace upon his footsteps like fleeting wind i wish to be thrown about and manhandled and spinned i reached thy father's closet and grabbed him in stripped down to his knickers and observed thy bulgin' heavenly legs had he strong like oaks dainted with green grass hairs i wondered how it felt to grab his pair his breasts were like humpty dumpties dancing upon thy wall it surely made my man rod grow tall at last i could not resist his heavenly beard threw caution to the wind and like a pony i reared i longed for his heavenly rope i jumped upon him and oh did i grope oh father take me let the strong rod rape me for hours and hours tender love was mine the old man's humps were strong like being penetrated by a bottle of wine oh i moaned oh i moaned by god i groaned by god i groaned the great rod left me with oodles of pleasure by which human standards i could not measure and when thy clock struck midnight, sounded was a great bell alas alas, the great rod fell he drifted off to the side and his slumber did arise as i stood awake gazing at the midnight stars thinking of the love i had felt so far stealing glimpses of his manly chest i knew now of a sudden this love was not the best the carousing was long the cock was strong but oh no oh no i did not enjoy thy dong indeed for me the conoodling was wrong alas the old man's breasts were too rugged his manly pole was fun to tug it but alas this was not the pleasure i seeked his legs were too hard like an eagle's beak his arms too muscular like a railman's hammer his body was too thick, his penis a real rammer it was not this adonis i looked for in a lover not someone so manly he was like danny glover my pleasure was not true this night in truth his manly essence kept me in terror and fright where was the soft skin like bountys quicker picker upper soft like cotton, like oil, like towel, like tupper (ware) legs like rubber chest like the plains of the mid united states tiny hands and tiny feet like those of real playmates hand me thy young boys and girls and a sweet smile i said from now on i shall seek the children instead