You're so sweet
You make me feel like a fiend
I need a feed
It is my craving
Whipped cream
and the D
You know what I mean
Dick n Cream
Pretend like it is banana cream
Or better yet ice cream
Something sweet
Nice treat
I'll get on my knees
Beg Please give me my need
Some nice Dick n cream
Whipped cream all around the D
Holding my hair back getting ready for the deed
Its time for your feed
Let's see how you scream
It's not a dream
Make it smooth like satin
You're all I need
Dick N Cream
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