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Bits
You're riper than
a pop-tart pussy
sweeter than
a jiggle of tits
when the clothes are shed
it's off to bed
and I love to lick your bits
You're cooler than
my hot banana
investigating cosy slits
when your zip falls down
I could almost drown
how I love to lick your bits
You're wetter than
a wild tsunami
gushing while you do the splits
it has to hurt
how much you squirt
I just love to lick your bits
Yes, you're riper than
a pop-tart pussy
sweeter than
a jiggle of tits
when the clothes are shed
it's off to bed
how I love to lick your bits
a pop-tart pussy
sweeter than
a jiggle of tits
when the clothes are shed
it's off to bed
and I love to lick your bits
You're cooler than
my hot banana
investigating cosy slits
when your zip falls down
I could almost drown
how I love to lick your bits
You're wetter than
a wild tsunami
gushing while you do the splits
it has to hurt
how much you squirt
I just love to lick your bits
Yes, you're riper than
a pop-tart pussy
sweeter than
a jiggle of tits
when the clothes are shed
it's off to bed
how I love to lick your bits
Published 22nd Jul 2011
| Edited 16th Jul 2012
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22nd Jul 2011 10:22am
does one critique something like this? It is what it is, possibly a song? Light and funny. Thanks for the chuckle, Abra.
Yep, it's the unfortunate head melody I woke up with this morning - probably a reaction to yesterday's 'Wordsworthian' poem I posted & maybe more of a snicker than a chuckle - a raunchy Noel Coward.
(I'd only ever post this at DUP, btw.)
Appreciate your feedback.
Best ~ Abra
(I'd only ever post this at DUP, btw.)
Appreciate your feedback.
Best ~ Abra
