Don’t stop. Go on! Please, go on!

Don’t stop
Those knees of mine are red
and so is my head
My butt is sore
Stopping is no option, I beg you, please more!

Don’t stop. Go on! Please, go on!
Don’t stop
Those knees of mine are red
and so is my head
My butt is sore
Stopping is no option, I beg you, please more!
Let’s talk about the number 69…
So, what was it exactly? An implosion or an explosion? You will find the answer in this poem.
Why don’t you show your magic in the shower?
Oh, the things she told me…
I was surprised by her words…
Yes, autumn rain, so cold. But it will get hot as soon as we get home!