Poems

Jab tak choot pe lun nah dhare koi aise piyar muhabbat ko kiya kare koi Lun ho mota lamba taza tu choot bhi Dasi chota dheela ho tu reh jati hai choot hi piyasi aise mein piyar ka dam kiya bhare koi nain naqs hoon khoobsorat gudraya badan haq hai mile un ko mota pala playa Lun tu har waqt kiun nah muskarya kare koi aur jo niklein Khudanakhasta naseeb khote shadi unse ho jin ke lun hoon piplay chote phir hamsaay ko bhai keh kr bulaya kare koi chudne se pehle jo karein piyari batein dein biviun ko apne boson ki sughatein kaise nah unse piyar jitaya kare koi aur phir jo karein chudai tikaa kar andar baher karein injar pinjar hila kar Dasi ban ke kaise nah unki sewa kiya kare koi ho …

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The Juicy press is ringing.My cantaloupe is waiting he is anticipating. The call comes through I am whip cream fruit.The phone doesn’t stop ringing. I am getting more juicier he wants me can’t wait to ripen her. How his hands lead down her to weather hot cold so bold sadistic to bruise her. The cantaloupe laid out wet sexy as hell.Who would want forbidden fruit his lips will tell. He wants to juice her dripping to seduce her. The phone was ripe as can be sex call came threesome deep in he’s slicing the passion fruit.She says juice me with smile sin drip on me just don’t call me. I don’t need distractions. I am the cantaloupe. With plenty of reaction. Don’t play me you won’t beat me. How I climax with erotically juicy lips …

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I’m the dirty mommy you see at all your friend’s parties, wearing the same clothes as all the teenage girls are, flirting with all the younger men, and of course drawing all the male attention to me! I am the type of woman that your mother has warned you about, but you can’t seem to stay away. I wonder why that is? Might it be you and I share something that most people could never even imagine to admit to those whom they are close with? Ahh, that’s right it’s just me and my dirty little secrets that turns you on so very much. You wish you had the guts to do the things I do to my little ones. But you don’t… that’s where I come in though. I’ll help you out. I’ll let …

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The cunt is the asylum of man in his journey toward death.

I’d like to kiss you passionately on the lips, then move up to your belly button.

Poking along behind old men with tobacco drool running off their chins and never my idea I resented being ten years old too young and scared to force my parents to admit I had a real job so I worked behind old men for a buck an hour it was enough almost to buy the gun I needed to put those old tobacco sucking fuckers away but then I got lucky the farmer found them one hot sunday humping young calves and probably each other all I know was that one of them lost a finger the other sported a new scar across the knuckles I asked the farmer that did the damage he sd yeah I was gonna cut off their hoses but they were covered in cow shit knew the clap wd do …

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