My heart belongs to Fanny
If there was a fairer lass I had seen,
She could not compare to my daft Fanny;
My other half, completed, she has been,
Her gift for arousal is uncanny!
Always one for cheerful smiles, with glee
She bore afree mind, for which used oft
On me to bring pleasure eternity
Her cries louder than the full choir loft
Alas comes end to our fun, she onto
Another must she run, her job is done
She is my joy fulfilled with adieu
With grace she will succeed in the long run,
To haunt my every sparked fantasy!
Her loins are my cage; I have lost the key!
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