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lay it out!

by Johnny Crimson

You couldn't hit the broad
side of a a fetus
wit a box of alligators
she don't release sex she stores it
says it's good for now and laters

Tummies tucked but the left over
has spilled into your dockers
medical pins serrated syringe
and a box of whoppers

Eat her out while she pigs out
and the pins are to hold her open
It's ok girl cause we know you could sing the phone book
i'm hoping

06/11/2008

Posted on 06/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 06/12/08 at 01:59 AM

"she don't release sex she stores it" is my fav. line. i'm really feeling this. greta read.

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