It was mid-summer to mid-summers end;
I was lonely,
and so was a friend of a friend of a friend.
We were set to meet,
they said we'd get along fine,
we'd smoke a bit,
and then drink some cheap wine.
I knocked on the door,
and helped myself inside,
when I saw the beast I nearly died.
She stood five feet tall
and just as many around,
I almost stepped on her boob,
as it drug across the ground.
She asked if I'd eat,
I kindly declined,
I'd be out in an hour,
I'd made up my mind.
She didn't waste time,
as she broke out the drink,
what a fool I am
to not even think.
For her if ever it's been quite a while,
and as she poured my glass
I returned a toothy smile.
We sipped and drank;
and talked and joked,
the when sat and drank;
and drank and toked.
When my hour was up
I was half asleep.
I wiped the dust from my eyes
and crawled to my feet.
I said my farewells;
I'm leaving, so long,
I took my first step
and realized I was wrong.
I couldn't walk could hardly stand,
then I felt the grip of her large meaty hand.
Touching and poking; tickling, stroking.
I knew that I was done.
My button, and zipper,
my belt and shirt,
she had her way...a lot,
and oh damn did it hurt.
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