Princess Jasmine’s Lament

Oh Aladdin, how I wish t’were me

You rubbed with such delight

Your rub your lamp so vigorously

To play with Genie, ev’ry night

You rub and rub, til it fairly glows

And the dome is rosy red

And then ‘pouff’ your Genie doth erupt

And you lay back on your bed

As you lay, and catch your wits

Your Genie sputters forth

And makes a mess upon the floor

And all upon the walls

He promises much, but delivers naught

So you rub him out once more

Oh foolish boy, tis me you need

To rub, and I’ll do yours

Just place that practiced finger

Right here, yes, that’s it!

Now rotate that practiced digit

And polish my tiny clit

And as my fervour rises

I will take your lamp in hand

I will rub your dome til it shines bright

The brightest in the land

Then with shaft a glowing

And my clit about to burst

Your Genie will explode for sure

– as long as I’ve cum first

And when your Genie’s wilted

And your seeds have all been sown

Just ask yourself, was that better

Than rubbing that lamp alone?