THOMAS SPITS

by THOMAS DYLAN - Capricorn

Back from Devon Thomas wanted to try his luck,
Rimming a sticky arsehole...depending on pluck,
I bent over the arm chair his tounge lept up my crack,
Sod cards this time,He was getting his own back
His tounge and teeth did a wonderful job,
But good taste dictated he spits it from his gob

Reason for writing:

    `Back from Devon    

Birth sign: Capricorn
Date created: 2002-03-30 10:46:41
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:12
Poem ID: 68746

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