- Erotic Poetry
- Shortie
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If roses are red and violets are blue,
How come I'm only five foot two,
You may laugh but it is the pits,
My bald pate barely reaches your tits.
When we go out I get so confused,
That all your friends are so amused,
Cos it's never level when we have a dance
I look like a small leader, Napoleon of France.
It's just the same when we are in bed,
And you ask for me to give head,
You say tongue on clit you adore,
Go down further I'll be licking the floor.
And when in the act of sixty-nine,
Our two bodies try to entwine,
But as I drink you more and more,
You overshoot and fall on the floor.
Why do I go with a girl of six foot three,
Cos I know that you love me,
You don't care about height as a rule,
But you go crazy for my nine inch tool.
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