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Click hereDear Reader,
I sit here naked,
for inspiration..
trying to write for you.
It's cold in this room,
so my nipples tell me..
and I think I'm turning blue!
I tap my finger upon my desk...
wracking my brain for words of lust.
Tonight I shall not find much rest,
in that knowledge you can trust.
Not many words rhyme with 'fuck'
think about it..you'll agree.
But of course..that's just my luck,
it's hopeless, as you can see.
I know you'd rather read a story,
about some horny bitch who's bold..
so here I sit as I fret and worry,
thinking all the good tales have been told!
Of course I can write something about sex,
sucking, licking and pounding of cocks!
As long as your not demanding complex
and no one in the story talks..
So Dear Reader, I'm doing my best,
it's you I want to please tonight.
I just wish it wasn't such a test...
that isn't fair or right.
Maybe if you'd come to my house,
and sneak in through my back door..
as quiet as a litte mouse,
we could fuck on my bedroom floor!
It's kind of exciting to think of that,
I'm sure you will agree..
me streached out on the floor, flat,
you having your way with me!
Well Dear Reader, it's time I go,
it's late and I must sleep.
I'll dream of a stranger that I don't know,
and his cock, in me, buried deep.
A smile and a wish for the path to your door... enjoyed the simple thought you express... take me... anyone