Roasting the p?nis

I will up my game tonight,
when I go to "Sabina Joy"
The dress I have bought is now tight,
And I'm on my way to be pampered at the salon,
I will make my admirers fight,
When I uncover my buttocks by the pole.
The man whose wallet has money,
Is the one I will give all my honey.

Even if I am sick and it's a risk,
I will tell him I want a raw dick.
If he insists on a cøndøm in his stick,
I will burst it when love will be at its peak.
He will then feel weak in a week,
And think he was poisoned in his drink.
As for me,
I'll be sleeping in the hostəl,
Waiting for dusk to roast dicks in the brothəl.

I will tighten my game tonight,
When I go to "Sabina Joy"
I will sleep with fifty men in a night,
And play with their balls like a toy.
I will ask them "Can I have a bite?"
"If shelve it in my mouth will you enjoy?"
By the time they discover its a revenge,
I'll be dead and they'll bite their feasts in rage.

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