I found a brand new dance. †Just thought you should know. It ainít no boogie woogie. †Got no rhythm nor flow. Itís shuffle along, just draggin your feet. Plod along, the Trudge just canít be beat. Stomp and you romp. †Jump around up and down, swing your arms wild and crazy. Act like a clown with a frown. Donít need booze or cocaine, to addle my brain. Iím FKD as it is. †Semi insane. One day at a time, just for today. Iíll tigger along my merry way. Dancing the Trudge, till my dying day.
Sam I ask, do you jam ? I get off on kink and glam. I would like to eat your box, For you I think a vixen fox. I would do it anywhere. Clad in clothes, or naked bare. It would make me very proud, To hear you scream my name out loud. In a plane or on a train. Over and over. Again and again. Till at last we both lie spent. In the woods, in a tent. Sam I say, lets play today. Ok hooray, lets not delay.
Jarl Slind Aug 30 2016 14:35 entered in Seuss comp.
Next Tuesday You stand stately in leather. †I kneel demurely in lace. Your wet cunt, just one inch from my face. I strain against these ties that bind. My tongue flicks out, alas only to find. That Iím a cunthair short of receiving my treat. So I bow now and kiss your sweet feet. Oh so slow I lick your pretty toes. Right through your black and seamed silken hose. The spike heeled shoes that you stand up upon. Exited me, entice me, and engorge my lon. You allow me to lick your comely calf. To the back of your knee, alas itís only...
Dream sweet. Sleep sound. Rest your mind. The lost is found. Soundly sleep and sweetly dream. Just one of the angels on the team. To keep you sober. To keep you sane. †To keep the demon outside your brain.
†So awaken afreshed. Alive and new. Greet the day. Thank you know who. Say your prayers. Ask for help. So through the day, when you needs yelp. A higher power can calm you down. †and elicit a smile, from a frown.
†The day now done. Time for bed. Visions of sugar plums in your head. Review your day. Were you good? If you...