World Virgins

Pants don’t fit well. Legs don’t feel right
Arts not tasteful. Notes don’t sound nice
Shirt don’t fit well. Chest don’t feel right
Works not tasteful. Song don’t sound nice
Hat don’t fit well. Head don’t feel right
Piece not tasteful. Clang don’t sound nice
Shoes don’t fit well. Feet don’t feel right
Looks not tasteful. Hiss don’t sound nice
Tongue don’t fit well. Teeth don’t feel right
Mouths not tasteful. Bite don’t sound nice
Breasts don’t fit well. Eyes don’t feel right
Skins not tasteful. Moan don’t sound nice
Lungs don’t fit well. Veins don’t feel right
Hearts not tasteful. Beat don’t sound nice
Body don’t fit well. Soul don’t feel right
Gods not tasteful. Voice don’t sound nice
Harem guards of art
You listen and you touch, but you’ll never know lust
Pants don’t fit well. Legs don’t feel right
Arts not tasteful. Notes don’t sound nice
Shirt don’t fit well. Chest don’t feel right
Works not tasteful. Song don’t sound nice
Hat don’t fit well. Head don’t feel right
Piece not tasteful. Clang don’t sound nice
Shoes don’t fit well. Feet don’t feel right
Looks not tasteful. Hiss don’t sound nice
Tongue don’t fit well. Teeth don’t feel right
Mouths not tasteful. Bite don’t sound nice
Breasts don’t fit well. Eyes don’t feel right
Skins not tasteful. Moan don’t sound nice
Lungs don’t fit well. Veins don’t feel right
Hearts not tasteful. Beat don’t sound nice
Body don’t fit well. Soul don’t feel right
Gods not tasteful. Voice don’t sound nice
Harem guards of art
You listen and you touch, but you’ll never know lust
Your sandals walk in the steps I left
Your mouth feeds from the gills on my neck
I thrive — without your grip — You need — my cum to exist