Dame-on-dame, and they're always cute (I love Sapphic lust)
For that kind of lust, no substitute (two muff, Sapphic lust)
I'm completely smitten when they smile (view gums, Sapphic lust)
And fall into a huge girl-on-girl pile (queue up, Sapphic lust)

I fantasize that I'm right in there (I'm up--Sapphic lust)
Amid flailing limbs and lashing hair (check Baudelaire, Chuck*)
As busy as Priapus (that mug's always up)
Greek-on-Greek in some graphic lust (I love Attic lust)

OOOOOOOOOOOO!!

I don't care how much I pay (blew bucks, Sapphic lust)
For videos showing bevies of babes at play (chew muff, Sapphic lust)

It's vaulting, it's vaulting, it's vaulting, it's vaulting. . .
At attention.

Three-inch to six-inch straightaway
Just when all these babes I see
Three-inch to six-inch, some sway
As my palsied hand drives this-that way.

Sapphic lust. . . .

And then far away my sap, it gushed (it gushed, Sapphic lust)
Then retract toward my sack, it must (too much Sapphic lust)
Drive to the video store each day (Take bus? Too much rush!)
Rent titles like "Lay-Lady Lay" (view much Sapphic lust)

It's vaulting. . . .

I play that I'm Priapus (ooo, cusp of Sapphic lust)
As I pry a puss in thoughts of Sapphic lust.


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