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>Subject: FW: dirty poem
>Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 14:59:03 +0100
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>From: Martin R Perkins
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> > Penis Breath - for the woman
>
> > Penis Breath, lover's dread,
> > Is what you get when you give-head.
> > Unpleasant as it tends to be
> > grateful that he doesn't pee.
> >
> >
> > It's times like this, you wonder why,
> > You bothered reaching for his fly.
> > But its too late, can't be a tease,
> > Accept the fact get on your knees.
> >
> >
> > You know you've got a job to do,
> > So open wide and shove it through,
> > Lick the tip and take it all.
> > Don't drag your teeth or he might bawl.
> >
> >
> > Slide up and down use your tongue,
> > And feel the pre-cum start to run,
> > Your jaw it aches your neck is numb,
> > So when the hell's he gonna cum?
> >
> >
> > Just when you can't take anymore,
> > You hear your lover's mighty roar.
> > And when he hits that real high note,
> > You feel it oozing down your throat.
> >
> >
> > Salty, fishy, sticky stuff,
> > alright already that's enough.
> > let's switch you say, before you gag,
> > And what revenge you're on the rag!
> >
> >
> > Eating out- for the man
> >
> >
> > Eating out and chowing down,
> > But tonight I'm not out on the town.
> > Tonight I'm served a seafood dish,
> > Well at least it tastes like fish.
> >
> >
> > Time to overcome my fears,
> > As she drags me down by my ears,
> > To feast upon her hairy pie,
> > Where pubes and stubble jab my eye.
> >
> >
> > She lies back and moans and then softly sighs,
> > I can't help thinking about scampi and fries.
> > Don't lick too low move up a bit,
> > Got to be careful or I'm in the shit.
> >
> >
> > Nibble, lick, caress and stroke,
> > The things I do just for a poke.
> > Up, down and right a bit,
> > Where the hell does she keep her clit?
> >
> >
> > I'll never find it here like this,
> > Fanny design just takes the piss.
> > To find my way around her twat,
> > I'll need a torch and a miner's hat.
> >
> >
> > I think my tongue is failing me,
> > Christ I hope she doesn't pee.
> > I've been licking her minge for years.
> > I wish I could breath through my ears.
> >
> >
> > God I hope that she comes quick,
> > Since my neck's developing a crick,
> > Im sweating like I've got a fever,
> > Under the covers, eating split beaver.
> >
> > I must have hit the right spot at last,
> > Her screams are gaining volume fast.
> > She clampsher thighs around my head
> > And her screams scare the neighbours out of bed
> >
> > She's coming at last and making a racket,
> > Her Thighs crushing my head like a discarded fag
> > packet.
> > I'm Choking and sputtering but she doesn't care,
> > That my mouth is full of fish flavoured hair.
> >
> >
> > And that my face is smothered in thick fanny batter,
> > And juice that tastes like a seafood platter.
> > But she thinks it's funny and starts taking the piss,
> > But soon stops her laughing when I move in for a
> > kiss.
> >
> >
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