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[Rated R] moral of the story: i bite.
by Rachelle Howe
a roll in the hay then wasn't taboo,
i laid him well, he laid me too,
and though the sun was upon the dawn,
i stretched across his thighs and gave a yawn.
come back, come down, and suck me dry,
i flicked my teeth, and did he cry.
they're sharp, i said, and half amused,
he grabbed his jeans and screamed "SCREW YOU!"
10/30/2003 Author's Note: ROFLMAO. lori johnson is to blame for this! she said my poetry is always serious. well, here's a big ol' finger to that!
i <3 you lori!
Posted on 10/30/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
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