Turn me on and watch me gush,
raise the pressure, feel the pleasure.
Tender rubbing, there's no need to rush,
so oscillate at your leisure.
Keep me running, keep me going,
Keep me coming, keep me flowing.
Wow, what a splash, I like your style,
haven't felt one like that for a while.
But there's no room for complacency,
so be pro-active and use protection.
Remember, I have many clients
so you need to practise regularly.
No reluctance, no defiance,
because even if I kill every germ
I can't confirm they won't reattack
so don't be a stranger, I need you back.
Sunday, 29 March 2020
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