Pourvu qu’elles soient douces

Hey guy!

This sidelong glance of yours

Not in any way is lewd

Your mummy spanked you too much

Your taste for reverse

Got nothing perverse

And your baby 's not upset

Your Kamasutra

Is at least hundred aged

My God, how old fashionned

And the very best

All around this scene

Is to love from both sides

Your Majesty

Can never move somewhere

If not with your little pillow

Forever I am

Just your only class

All is just a price to pay

You do some Ah! some Oh!

Right behind your job

While my little trousers

Up and from the back

Without loosing heart

Keep stripping your obscessions

Ok!

Prose or poetry

Everything is just pretext

No need to apologize

Muse or egeria

My little buttocks

Cannot stop inspiring you

I do some Oh! some Ah!

Never get fed up

For the love of a fool one

Is not it true that

The youth must pass through

What is the use to jostle?