I want my x with chocolate sauce
for hot wet sex on beds of moss
this is no place for underwear
I kiss her face and pull her hair
she speaks to me in words that rhyme
I hump with glee in double time
before we beat feet down the road
I want her sweet meat ala mode
she loves to show me ecstasy
and wants to blow me constantly
each time she calls she wants my ass
until my balls are out of gas
she makes me drool we think alike
she's almost as cool as my bike
Author notes
A love poem for my girl.
I hope it doesn't make you hurl.
A contest entry
- Wacky Poetry Contest by Florida Sunshine.
700 points, ended November 4, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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funny!
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Interesting...I threw up a little in my mouth, but for the most part I was cracking up. Very funny. Thanks for sharing your twisted humor
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Forgot these
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u must b in gr8 shape from all that dancin
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It makes me hurt.
You write just like another AP poet here. The one with an avatar like a cube.
Love,
Amera -
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Hurt with longing?
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