He true her <br />on the bad <br /> <br />graping her boountyfull <br />beasts <br /> <br />shucking on each <br />erect nibble <br /> <br />tore off <br />her nicknacks <br /> <br />enflamabled by the slight <br />of her public hair <br /> <br />'Talk thirty to me! ' <br />she hollowed for the 29th time. <br /> <br />She tuc hiss private <br />member <br /> <br />in both her wands <br />winking wildly <br /> <br />then she entered him <br />into her wet can't <br /> <br />'Oh I love your hot <br />posse! ' <br />he pursued <br /> <br />his general election <br />throbbed <br /> <br />an avalanche <br />a landslide. <br /> <br />'Oh comb...comb! ' <br />she yellowed <br />in honey tomes <br /> <br />he combed <br />& he combed <br /> <br />kissing her hare <br />& dare <br /> <br />his tong now in her <br />ear now in her rear <br /> <br />he was all over her <br />like a rush. <br /> <br />'Hush...hush! ' <br />she shushed. <br /> <br />They layed together <br />like snow turning slowly <br /> <br />...to slush.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dicklexick-lovers/
