- Erotic Poetry
- Boogy Man Role
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BOOGY MAN ROLE
boogy boogy
boogy man role
he scares goody 2 shoes
with his rosy red pole
oh my god
she doesn't know what to do
its not her husbands
and its all full a goo
shes scared to death
she wants it so
shes out of breath
she could bend down low
what a risk
its to much fun
its satans fault
time to run
shes suffered so
and been all alone
maybe just this once
better shut off the phone
oh boogy man
please don't tell a soul
i need it so bad
please let it role
oh boogy man boogy man
your so bad
fuck me just a little
or i think ill go mad
ow ow i love boogy
he wants me all night
he uses me hard
and says im so tight
i cant get enough
please never tell
hubby wont like it
and life will be hell
oh boogy boogy
you hurt me again
stop it you bastard
i don't think ill mend
ok ok i love it
but not in the ass
please honey fucker
ok but its crass
mmm i like it
more then i should
fuck me harder
you can and you could
when you hit me
you know its not right
haven't you seen TV
your a behavioral blight
oh boogy boogy
hit me some more
i fall on my knees
i feel like a whore
you've done me so good
i need you so bad
if you don't come around
you'll make me so sad
i cant get enough
of your yummy big dick
screw the hubby
hes makes me sick
boogy boogy
boogy man role
goody 2 shoes doesn't live here any more
beat me fuck me you've made me your whore
i love boogy man
boogy man role
i really cant walk
wish i had a spare hole
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 8 years ago"i really cant walk
wish i had a spare hole" --- you do, the one in your head!
You make so many errors and you are so vulgar that we wonder what language you are trying to write in. Take off a few years, study grammar, spelling and punctuation and come back here to surprise us. I guess you do have one excuse, your fingers are so greasy from masturbation that they slip off the keys. Instead of writing, take you greasy hands to the circus and try flying on the trapeze, careful you might just slip.
