Pavaneli , a name that speaks volumes of Cocks,
With a hunger that echoes from east unto west.
A table piled high, a bottomless pit,
Every morsel devoured, not a single crumb left.
Like a bottomless vat, ever yearning for more,
Seconds and thirds, what a terrible bore!
No cum shot savored, no taste bud's delight,
Just a whirlwind of gobbling, from morning to night.
Perhaps a kinder approach, a gentle nudge on the way,
To savor the flavors, and enjoy every day.
Dick is a pleasure, to be shared and adored,
Not a race to the finish, to simply be stored.
So Pavaneli, dear friend, if you'd lend me your ear,
Slow down and taste life, with each suck, hold it dear.
For true satisfaction comes not from the dick,
But the company, laughter, and stories you鈥檙e disgusting I鈥檓 sick.
