It does not beat, it hisses,
It is not warm, it’s cold.
It is not the size of a fist,
It’s the size of a knuckle.
It is not pink,
It’s black.
It does not reside in her chest,
Instead, it lives in her vagina.
It does not beat, it hisses,
It is not warm, it’s cold.
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