- Erotic Poetry
- The Cunty Hole
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All us men aspire to fuck the cunty hole.
It’s what we live and breath, it’s in our heart and soul.
“Not I,” said the barman, collecting up
the glasses.
“I’m not fond of pussies, I’m more into asses.”
Well the rest of us desire to fuck the cunty hole.
It’s what we want and need, it is our dream and goal.
“Not I,” Said the mountaineer, climbing up the rock.
“I’m not fond of pussies, I’m more into cock.”
Well the rest of us guys crave to fuck the cunty hole.
Be it shaved or hairy, we need a place to put our pole.
“Not I,” Said the voyeur, peering over his book.
“I just like to watch and peek and perv and look.”
Okay, well I at least, lust to lose control.
By slowly pushing back and forth inside that cunty hole.
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