An awesome poem my mate Chris wrote for me:
The french canuck that makes me blush,
She told me even she can gush.
How rude, how filty, how damn right dirty,
she's extremely hot and very flirty.
If she was here, i'd probably drool,
Say something silly, look like a fool,
But I'd make it up by using my tool,
My vibrating tongue stud is ready to dual.
With an accent that makes my knees go weak,
Her eyes so green, her body so sleek.
She's a naughty mistress in PVC,
Sexy as sin, just teasing me.
So I'm reciting this from down below,
She's on her balcony in the moonlight glow,
She's wearing a skirt, no underwear on show,
I'm rushing this poem, as fast as I can go.
Unknown "General Naughty" Petulant
- 16 years, 3 months, 3 days ago