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Route 66
I’ve been in a coma for over three years
He fucked me to sleep so he could shed tears
The warrior’s back and he wants to play
He woke me up so that I could get laid
The first thing to do was cruise Route 66
Headed for Chi-Town but stopping for dicks
I had a quota, at least two from each state
Motels, public restrooms, or even a date
Cali was simple because guys are so easy
I called my black friends so I could start sleazy
Again, there were five and their cannons were loaded
Their cocks wrecked my holes and their cum left me bloated
I hit the road searching for more spunk to steal
I drove up the highway in my nympho-mobile
Seven more states to set me sexually free
Then thank the man who chose to wake me
Arizona gave me one young and one old
The young fucked my ass with his cock, thick and bold
I threw a mercy lay at the much older guy
I rode his cock ‘til his heart stopped and died
The next state was desert and far too dry
So I soaked the sand with the cum of each guy
I didn’t want to leave jizz drenched New Mex
But I had a plan and I needed new sex
When I got to Texas the tale took a twist
My holes were all throbbing so I chose to switch
There were plenty of women whose pussies I licked
Because my kind of woman hates Republican dick
I spun through Oklahoma like a fuckin tornado
Wrecking homes in my wake with my pink tomato
I fucked a few husbands and sometimes their son
Their wives may be pissed but I’m just having fun
Kansas was only eleven short miles
So I got tag teamed and they left with smiles
I didn’t catch their dumb red neck names
But I tapped Kansas’ ass which now I can claim
Then came Missouri, a miserable state
Dull Midwestern men, farming their fate
When I got them in bed they all became freaks
Spreading both pairs of my lips and both sets of cheeks
Last came the most pitiful state of them all
A giant cornfield that all died in the fall
I floored it up North on a quest for Chi-Town
I had no more time to be fuckin’ around
When I got to his house, I told of my travels
His cock started throbbing as he came unraveled
He said, ‘I count fifty-nine and that needs to be fixed
So take this in your mouth to complete Route Sixty-Dicks
Copyright © 2017 Holly O’Hara
He fucked me to sleep so he could shed tears
The warrior’s back and he wants to play
He woke me up so that I could get laid
The first thing to do was cruise Route 66
Headed for Chi-Town but stopping for dicks
I had a quota, at least two from each state
Motels, public restrooms, or even a date
Cali was simple because guys are so easy
I called my black friends so I could start sleazy
Again, there were five and their cannons were loaded
Their cocks wrecked my holes and their cum left me bloated
I hit the road searching for more spunk to steal
I drove up the highway in my nympho-mobile
Seven more states to set me sexually free
Then thank the man who chose to wake me
Arizona gave me one young and one old
The young fucked my ass with his cock, thick and bold
I threw a mercy lay at the much older guy
I rode his cock ‘til his heart stopped and died
The next state was desert and far too dry
So I soaked the sand with the cum of each guy
I didn’t want to leave jizz drenched New Mex
But I had a plan and I needed new sex
When I got to Texas the tale took a twist
My holes were all throbbing so I chose to switch
There were plenty of women whose pussies I licked
Because my kind of woman hates Republican dick
I spun through Oklahoma like a fuckin tornado
Wrecking homes in my wake with my pink tomato
I fucked a few husbands and sometimes their son
Their wives may be pissed but I’m just having fun
Kansas was only eleven short miles
So I got tag teamed and they left with smiles
I didn’t catch their dumb red neck names
But I tapped Kansas’ ass which now I can claim
Then came Missouri, a miserable state
Dull Midwestern men, farming their fate
When I got them in bed they all became freaks
Spreading both pairs of my lips and both sets of cheeks
Last came the most pitiful state of them all
A giant cornfield that all died in the fall
I floored it up North on a quest for Chi-Town
I had no more time to be fuckin’ around
When I got to his house, I told of my travels
His cock started throbbing as he came unraveled
He said, ‘I count fifty-nine and that needs to be fixed
So take this in your mouth to complete Route Sixty-Dicks
Copyright © 2017 Holly O’Hara
Published 8th Sep 2017
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9th Sep 2017 00:06am
9th Sep 2017 4:14pm
Thanks, Ladder. That one was more just silly fun than some of the more graphic ones so I'm happy to hear that you had fun reading it.
9th Sep 2017 10:55am
You ARE a fun read. Especially fun I think:
"nympho-mobile"
"I threw a mercy lay at the much older guy
I rode his cock ‘til his heart stopped and died" (that'd be me)
"pink tomato"
and the classic
"Route Sixty-Dicks"
"nympho-mobile"
"I threw a mercy lay at the much older guy
I rode his cock ‘til his heart stopped and died" (that'd be me)
"pink tomato"
and the classic
"Route Sixty-Dicks"
9th Sep 2017 4:18pm
I'm glad you had fun reading it. I can't think of a better way to die then being fucked to death right when I climax! ;)
18th Sep 2017 11:42pm
If you would of stayed on Highway ten you could of got Dick with no end. Lol
13th Oct 2017 12:50pm
Oh dear Casket, getting dick has never been a concern. ;) I've taken The 10 a few times in my journeys from L.A. to and from the eastern states but you miss so much if you just travel by freeway.
22nd Jan 2018 3:22am
9th Apr 2020 3:47pm
This storytelling tale of this whorish horrific road trip not to mention bizarre
The offensive encounter being said to start off "sleazy" with "black friends" was as low blow from the author
It was a disappointing third stanza exposing the racial stereotyping in the writer's attitude and feelings
The noticeable and obvious rhyme scheme throughout in its quatrain style
The intention of leaving the audience curious and wondering about "Last came the most pitiful state of them all"
Purposefully not naming the state to avoid offending those readers who may resent the poet for doing so
The number of states not tallying with the men she was with because she had an extra nine
In order to move her total from an odd figure to a more neat even whole round figure by giving her final performance
A fitting conclusion to this woman's sexual escapade
The offensive encounter being said to start off "sleazy" with "black friends" was as low blow from the author
It was a disappointing third stanza exposing the racial stereotyping in the writer's attitude and feelings
The noticeable and obvious rhyme scheme throughout in its quatrain style
The intention of leaving the audience curious and wondering about "Last came the most pitiful state of them all"
Purposefully not naming the state to avoid offending those readers who may resent the poet for doing so
The number of states not tallying with the men she was with because she had an extra nine
In order to move her total from an odd figure to a more neat even whole round figure by giving her final performance
A fitting conclusion to this woman's sexual escapade
19th Nov 2021 1:41pm
Hello Holly,
I love reading your graphic style poems. You have magic with words and imagination to go way high without guessing next.
Love,
KS
I love reading your graphic style poems. You have magic with words and imagination to go way high without guessing next.
Love,
KS
