Blessed
Bended over
Thrown to the ground
Spited
Over and over
Like a King with no crown
Stressed
Hand it over
And don't make a sound
Seated
Slower and slower
With a ring all but round
Lured
Send it over
Caotic piss around
Licked
Colder and colder
As in a hunting ground
Bored
Flying over
Perfectionist bound
Lifted
Boner and boner
To the common ground
Vasco Pompaelo*