My boyfriends are infinitely corruptible
by my attacks of maw.
And my husband loves my big mouth.
My sons lick to the extreme
the curves the frills got.
My sons are practically all tongue.
I love and adore and worship
the hindquarters of my husband.
My husband is the best wife in the world.
My boyfriends and I take turns
voting and driving cars.
My boyfriends also lack lasers.
My husband is so hot and I love it
when my boyfriends snuff my crème pie
between their mandible police hats.
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