Marks Dream

MARKS DREAM

This is a poem for my friend mark
Who lusts after angel dark
He dreams of using his little willy
To fuck her crazy stupid silly
He turns and tosses in his sleep
While into his shorts his hands do creep
While in his mind angel does strip
He hears the sound of nylon rip
The smell of fish assaults his nose
Tis better than the sweetest rose
Naked now she becons him
Come on boy fill my quim
And as hes pounding to the pin
She coyly asks are you in