- Erotic Poetry
- Grandma's Merry Mouthful
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Santa’s in his grotto
The kids are home in bed
Dads splash the cash on beer and cheer
While mums relax well fed
Grandpa’s on the sofa
He burps and farts out loud
His hand on gland inside his pants
Wanks it stiff and proud
Grandma, feeling restless
Pops out through the front door
Down the street for a bite to eat
Although the weather’s raw
The grotto door’s not open
The old girl rings the bell
Which happy Santa answers
“It’s Grandma. Fucking Hell!
“It’s cold outside,” he told her
“Come in and warm your feet
And if you’re feeling hungry
I’ll feed you a festive treat.”
The cock that Santa showed her
Was rampant, thick and red
He slipped it down her eager throat
“Taste this, old crone.” he said
He spunked off in an instant
And shot a pint of jizz
It tasted nice, like Xmas spice
Champagne without the fizz
Now, Grandma swallowed most of it
But kept some in a glass
Which she took home to grandpa
Who rubbed it on her arse
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