purple rage

She didn’t want the things we did to be known,
 Don’t speak don’t tell, the oft repeated rote.
She made the choice and I didn’t get to vote.
So I found that I only bee a drone,
Kept around just to feed the dog a bone.
We did it on her father’s precious boat
She held her breath a lot while I did float
In reverie with just us two alone
The boat was mine and she were not ashamed
Was the dream where I let my fancy roam
That’s when her dad walked through the cabin door
It’s rape it seems and she’s not to be blamed.
That’s what she screamed, it really did hit home
He raised his fist then knocked me to the floor.

alternate version


The boat was mine and she were not ashamed.
Was the dream where I let my fancy roam.
It’s rape it seems and she’s not to be blamed,
That’s what she screamed, it really did hit home.
That’s when I turned and saw her father framed
Through the cabin door, purple rage afoam.

 

pie

There’s a taste you’ll find that kinda lingers
If you’ve not time to stick your wick in
Use your tongue to give a bud a flickin’.
Lips prised apart gently with your fingers
Best not swallow her curly gingers.
What you will learn after some time lickin’
They don’t taste, even a bit like chicken
And don’t try this with unsightly mingers.
That’s the end of my romantic tips,
Unless you count the one about the brandy.
Use a small amount to arouse the nips,
I hope you find that’s one that come in handy.
Also there’s a risk you might abrade her lips
If you’re on a beach that is too sandy.

 

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~ by deadspidereye on June 15, 2018.

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