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Click hereI wonder why it came to pass
You never let me fuck your ass
There was no part of you
I didn’t with my sperm eschew
Your mouth I filled with hot jizz
Your thighs were oiled with my biz
Your hair was oft a gooey mess
Your eyes were blinded by my testicles
Cum ran down your face like ice sickles
Your pussy seeded with my pickle
And yet it never came to pass
You never let me fuck your ass
And now you come to me
And beg I plant my penis tree
Deep inside your bubble butt
Aghast, I declare, “What?”
I could not refuse. I loved you so
I lubed your ass, refused a blow
With fingers five, I stretched your grace
One by one, not in haste
With one hand clapping silently
I opened your hidden treasure for me
We fell in love once more, my sweet
True love required an anal treat
Thank you, Peter, Sir, My silly poems don't deserve your comments but I am very appreciative. Stay well. Here, all are active on the Western Front.
A fun poem. The first stanza--a song of frustration--is especially comic. (I'm almost sorry ol' Bubble-Butt changed her mind and said yes.)
Correction-The title, Requiem for Anal, was garbled in the electronic transcription but was correct in my copy.