Children of boredom
Image: "Allegory of Venus and Cupid"/ Agnolo Bronzino Jack, I'm bored, of us, of routine, of no more lust. What shall we do? Because Jack, I'm bored You sexed me up to brim. I've known you now, ever since. Same old penis, same old positions and the same old us. I want a child, although we decided otherwise. But a little one would fill a little void, that was created when you filled me up, every day of our boring lives. Fill me up again this time for the real purpose to break the non-mundane And join the circus Thirteen years later... Have mercy, Vivienne! I'm much out of cum. I gave you ten, yet you seek more. So go ahead, and ask your eldest son for his virgin cum. Because, bitch, I am done!