A Gallon Of Come

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Maggie had been a whore
For more years than
She cared to remembered;
As I interviewed her,
The subject came up
About oral sex and
How much she enjoyed it:
"I was known as the 'Blow
Job Queen' of Sunset Blvd;
They would line up to
receive the pleasure only
My mouth could give.
One Friday night I bet
You I drank over a gallon
Of come from too many
cocks to count...oh, yes
I loved the taste of each drop
...want me to give you a sample,"
Was her closing remarks.
"Might as well," I replied...
In an hour I knew why they
Would line up for Maggie's mouth.

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