- Erotic Poetry
- Jamaican Farewell
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She reminisced about that old Jamaican trip
Where the black cab driver had got her to strip.
And he was in luck,
Cause he got her to fuck,
And she didn’t even leave him a tip.
And the years they have passed since that June
When the West Indian played his favorite tune
On her little flesh flute
With that massive black root.
It was like when the cow jumped over the moon.
And now that she has been in the sack
With a cab driver who’s tall young and black,
It is not even funny,
She’s saving her money,
Cause she is determined she’s now going back.
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