The Usual's of Syd's

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Through the Lounge, Candy’s corner, and a room with a bed…
I stagger into something that’s over my head…
It’s the home of the bubbles, and many fine “individdles”….
All with odd names, sex games, and hot tub riddles…
I walk in and wave, and wink at my peeps in the pool…
And take off my clothes – it’s the number one rule…
I wave to my friends and wink to my lovers…
For I know the bubbles, will act as our covers…
There’s Kat and Ace, always throwing a party…
Rednecks: Southern and BigDawg, with laughs so hearty…
Than I greet the single ladies, with kisses and winks…
Mor, Perky, Bluerose, Song, Tulip and Tinks…
There’s a hammock in the corner where I see one lady lay…
She’s the Mistress of Rain, or just Lt. Fay…
PMP quietly sips on my homemade juice...
But you better watch out when this princess let’s loose...
Perky’s on Lockdown, she say’s with pure class…
But Bluerose just grins as she smacks my cute ass…
In walks Glenda and LL, with their notorious knacks
Of seducing the men, (but mostly just Max)
Max slides me the usual, jack and diet coke….
I gotta watch my figure, or Sweet Baby Lee will start to joke...
About how I’m fat, and I’ve lost my smooth style…
But I’ll just grin, cuz I know that all the while…
My hands are under this water, bubbling about shoulder high…
And my hand secretly slides up Perky's left thigh…
And my right hand is locked around Tink's little waist…
PMP catches her breath and keeps “heading” under…
And the clouds move in, and I start to hear thunder…
That means an appointment in the Hammock with Mor in a bit...
But I’m blinded right now Bluerose’s right tit…
Cuz I’m licking her navel, hell I don’t know why…
But I do know what’s on the mind of every other guy…
There say, What’s he got? How does he do it?
Cuz I charm them, and please them, don’t just run in a screw it…
I listen to her heart, as we cuddle under the cover…
And she always comes back to the Genuwine Lover…

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