The Dew Does It - by Erik Smith
My
green pop can
The bringer of joy
It sparks to life
My happy love toy
I drink up the juice
My testosterone flows
My limbs get all hard
Oh how my girlfriend moans
She kisses on my neck
It doesn't do that much
She gives me oral sex
It hardly feels as such
But when I do the dew
I fuck like a stitcher
My girl gets it so good
She gets removed on a stretcher
Poor girl had to be fixed
They were forced to sew her up
But the dew inside still flows
Hot god damn please hide my pup
