Middle Ground
She loves them cocks, all average fare,
Fuckin’ solid, they’ve got their flair,
Not too wild, but heat to spare,
They hang so right, she stops to stare,
Veins that throb, a steady glare,
Heads that top a meaty square,
She’d bang these champs, no need to swear,
Them pricks she’d ride, they’re tough to compare.
Towering Might
She digs them stiff, tall fuckin’ rods,
Straight as shit, they’re horny gods,
Fat and wide, they beat the odds,
No bend, no crap, just rigid prods,
Smooth or rough, they’re built like sods,
Meaty shafts, her lust applauds,
Them hard bastards, she’d face the squads,
Each one’s a king, she nods and plods.
Crescent Charm
She’s hot for them, all bent and kinked,
A nasty curve, they’re fuckin’ linked,
Not straight, but hell, they ain’t extinct,
They lean in deep, she’s on the brink,
Slack ‘til hard, they growl and wink,
Twisted tools, her dirty shrink,
Fuck the plain, they’ve got her synced,
Them dicks she’d take, no need to think.
Little Legends
She cheers them small, them tiny studs,
Petite as fuck, but full of floods,
Short and sweet, they’re badass buds,
They hit her good, no empty duds,
No stretch, just tight, they’re in her blood,
Compact kicks, they shoot their spuds,
Them little pricks, she loves their crud,
She’d suck ‘em dry, they’re gold, not mud.
Slender Whisper
She’s wild for them, all thin and sly,
Skinny shits, but fuck, they try,
Sneak through gaps, she can’t deny,
They pulse with heat, her lusty cry,
No fat to flash, just raw and spry,
Long or not, they don’t comply,
Them subtle cocks, she’d never fry,
She hails them twigs, their juice runs high.
Tapered Spear
She craves them sharp, them pointy pricks,
A stabbin’ shaft, them narrow dicks,
From thick to slim, they fuckin’ mix,
A tool to shove, her raunchy fix,
Their shape’s a mess, but she’s transfixed,
Smooth as shit, they slide past tricks,
Them spears of flesh, her lusty picks,
She grunts for these, their spunk she licks.
Compact Core
She’s mad for them, them stubby fucks,
No length to boast, but full of bucks,
A dense-ass knot, they’ve got the pluck,
Pound for pound, they don’t get stuck,
Small but fierce, they run amok,
They prove size lies, she gives a fuck,
Them gritty stubs, her dirty luck,
She’d slurp these nubs, their balls she’d pluck.
Endless Reach
She gawks at them, them long-ass ropes,
Dangling low, them filthy hopes,
Coiled tight, then out they grope,
Unroll that shit, she fuckin’ copes,
A cock to smack, her throat elopes,
Reachin’ deep, she never mopes,
No end in sight, her lusty scopes,
She roars for these, their cum she scopes.
Regal Crown
She drools for them, them fat-topped kings,
Hooded pricks or bare, she clings,
Foreskin flops or peeled-back things,
A royal tip, her hunger stings,
They stare her down, no soft-ass flings,
Bloated caps, her wet dream sings,
Them brown or pale, she’d spread her wings,
She’d suck these kings ‘til she’s half-dead, she brings.
Veiny Map
She’s hooked on them, them veiny beasts,
Ridges bulge, her eyes they feast,
Each line’s a tale, from balls released,
Blood pumps hard, her want’s increased,
A rough-ass path, her hands unleashed,
They thrum with juice, her crude priest,
No smooth shit here, her thrill’s policed,
She screams for these, their stacks she’s greased.
Spiral Dance
She’s nuts for them, them twisted freaks,
A spiral shank, them funky peaks,
Not straight, not tame, they’re filthy geeks,
They whirl through holes, her greasy seeks,
A coiling beast, her cum-soaked weeks,
Odd as fuck, they hit her streaks,
Them weird-ass cocks, her lusty squeaks,
She’d yank these pricks, her joy reeks.
Quiet Stand
She’s keen on them, them plain-ass dongs,
Just hangin’ there, no loud-ass songs,
No strut, no flash, they still prolong,
A silent force, she’d tag along,
Calm as shit, but never wrong,
No fuss, just meat, her heart belongs,
They fuck just fine, she’d hum their throngs,
She growls for these, their chill she longs.
Bulbous Bloom
She’s all for them, them mushroom caps,
A swollen head, them juicy slaps,
They puff up proud, her lusty traps,
A knob to taste, her filthy naps,
Their girth a rush, she’d take their laps,
No same old shit, they overlap,
Each thrust they give, her hands clap,
She’d gulp these knobs, their spunk she’d tap.
The Unity of Form
She fuckin’ loves all cocks, you see,
Every shape, her wild decree,
No flops around, they all agree,
A prick parade, her filthy glee,
Long, short, fat, or odd, carefree,
They rise, they spew, her victory,
A sweaty mess, her flesh spree,
Them dicks she’d toast, her raunchy plea.
A Chorus of Praise
She yells it loud, let cum cascade,
Each cock’s a crown, her lust’s parade,
Difference fuels her ballsy trade,
No best in sight, no shit delayed,
All sizes slam, her form’s remade,
Their stink, their slime, her town’s displayed,
A gritty song, her voice unswayed,
Them cocks are gods, her fuck’s replayed.
OxonWoods Man 