- Erotic Poetry
- You're My Trudy Bitch!
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I came here looking for your sexy face,
Leaking my ink, and ready for the chase.
I strutted around, in this hoppin’ place,
Then thought, ‘WTF? -not even a trace?’
Was so hornery for you... fuck! I's a mess!
So yes, his hand I let side up my dress...
'3-fingers' a jammin'! Dude! ...some finesse!?
This nip-clip, Oh fuck! “Yep!”, latched on my breast!
Then across the floor there, -I sees you stand...
Humping the leg of the saxophone man!
Slappin’ 3-fingers, I stride towards the band,
This green-eyed bitch ain’t no saxophone fan!
Grabbin' my Trudy, to the dance floor we went,
And danced around, ‘til my anger was spent.
My lips on her neck, I’m loving her scent!
“Remember, you slut, your cunt’s not for rent!”
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