Now this one...
This one I tell ya
was priceless...
With her fiery hair
And red thong
Peeking out through
Leather
I stared direct
Through
Her glassine
Exterior
As I licked
The coke from
Her crotch
She laughed
And said
She likes a
Bitch
Who keeps
Things clean
As her fingers
Guided me elsewhere
Birth sign: Aquarius
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