The Breast Stroker

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The day of me birth was me first stroke
of breast
I just spit out me bottles, clung tight to
mum's chest
There was no dean's for me, for mum's brand was
the best
I would drink them to dry, then rest soft in
me nest.
But then i grew older, now muscled,
a man
I then stroked the breast for the team that
I swam
I was best I was told, number one in
thee class
And not only by coach, but in bed with
me lass.
And I'll still stroke the breast till I'm six feet
In dirt
Breast Stroker for life, under water
and shirt.





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