when alone and in the mood
i take matters into hand myself
the bunnies my how they play
when my fingers dances that way
tongue runs over dry cracked lips
when purrs and sighs wont be held back
the bunnies play and wiggle free
the sweat drips down between my knees
its a wonder that i'm not blind
i do this almost all the time
bunnies wiggle their pink nose's
wow ohhhh wow my ohhhh me

those bad bad bunnies wiggling their pink noses
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