Children's Theatre

My last dream was peerless
I don't want to push
The memory to the back of my mind
Too fine to deny the time we passed together
It was no play in a world of make-believe
Use me as a tray for your body fluids
But you can't plant my belly with with your seeds
Sighting your dick I'm eaten up with envy
I'm mad with anger
It's true
I'm into toys with a same reflection
Why should I knock on the frontdoor
If the backdoor is more heart-stopping for me?
It was no play in a wolrd of make-believe
It was real and I got to will myself
Not to enjoy the next part we'll play
Use me as a tray for your body fluids
But you can't plant my belly with with your seeds
Sighting your dick I'm eaten up with envy
I'm mad with anger
It's harder
It's kinkier
It's hurting
You know what a man want to do
And we do it
No talk about it
And we do it again
Over and over again
It's not about love
Use me as a tray for your body fluids
But you can't plant my belly with with your seeds
Sighting your dick I'm eaten up with envy
I'm mad with anger