I can't find where to buy lotion, for my calloused hands
To get the seamless cream-filled touch, that my pa**ion demands
I've searched far and wide across these crusty lands
I've tried drug, super, furniture and pet stores, they don't stock my brand
Cracked and dry, gods please hear my cry make me moist or I may die
Can't wait for long. With calloused hands I cannot stand to touch my dong
I want to glide like a penguin, pulling it like a tendon
Within my hands I hold pure pleasure; I rub it extra for good measure
A seamless piston motion
Briny as the saltiest deep