- Erotic Poetry
- Summer Ticket
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Waking up, still drunk, this noon,
There’s a shrill noise of a cricket,
Fucking hell, it’s not too soon,
Here it comes my summer ticket,
On the seventh day of June,
Having hell inside that thicket,
Well come cricket!
Sounds so charming and distressed,
Like his balls are hot and burning,
I remember you undressed,
And your lusty body yearning,
To be kissed, to be caressed,
And my balls like his are burning,
Time is turning!
I don’t know what’s to be done,
Your G string is on my face,
It is pure innocent fun,
Not exactly out of place,
In this room, the miles we run,
Take me now in outer space,
Serious case!
I don’t try to arouse,
Any passion that is rested,
I just spank the Frank, your vows,
By my lips again are tasted,
Take this one, is on the house,
Its Explosion manifested,
Feel molested!
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 10 years agoa tactical error on your part to submit so much in one clump.
5ed
