My balls have wings
They often fly
The ground is crowded
I like my fantasies high
The pinkish tumescence
Along with the clouds in the sky
Hanging loose hanging pretty
Stars in my eye
Aerial survey comes handy
Testicular vision is quite rare
No strangeness can stop me
And ambition stirs the air
Having such balls open doors
More females bare their canines
I look at the blood in their gums
Can't trust these times
It's cooler in the stratosphere
I like how ozone smells fishy
A man with flying manhood
Almost a maharishi
Or maybe a gigolo jiggling balls
Looking for a sugar momma type
Liking older women is harder
But all stereotypes are hype
I'm dizzy with pride
The balls have healthy hair
The scrotal bumps move
With female caress and care
Flapping the wings hard
I segue to an erection
An ephemeral climactic peak
And a monastic refractory abstention
Then it restarts again
Slightly unfamiliar skin
Momentary amnesia helps
Avoid the next of kin
