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Heat in the Hose---Collaboration with CHOCOLATEDROP
With the sheer hose my dick comes alive
make it your own so in your pussy I will thrive
Call me when you need it
let's get off on the phone
Close your eyes baby let me make you moan....
Ring, Ring, Jazz pick up the phone!
I'm ready for you to make me moan.
So, stop what you're doing at home
I no longer want these sheer hose on!
Please make your dick reach out to me
Cure the agony and bring me to ecstasy.
Oh you know what I am doing like
other nights when you aren't here
Not total relief but better then
crying in cheap skanky old beer
I stroke the wand you own
when you sit on for a ride
Not ashamed that I need it
I have nothing to hide
Give it to me, hard and deep
You know I like playing for keeps
Even when you're not in reach
I still practice what I preach
Mmmmmm, I feel that thick piece of meat
gradually working his way inside of me
Anaconda dick just the way I like
Even from a distance you know how to lay pipe
I wish I could claim expertise in
the unloading of sexual bliss
But I am not a legendary cocksman
what I am sure of is this
That the stimulating bond that we share
is addictive in it's feel
Bringing it to you every night
more then one romp is the deal
The stimulation tends to electrify
Causing my pussy to liquify
Unfortunately, you're out of sight
Otherwise, I would physically fuck you every night
make it your own so in your pussy I will thrive
Call me when you need it
let's get off on the phone
Close your eyes baby let me make you moan....
Ring, Ring, Jazz pick up the phone!
I'm ready for you to make me moan.
So, stop what you're doing at home
I no longer want these sheer hose on!
Please make your dick reach out to me
Cure the agony and bring me to ecstasy.
Oh you know what I am doing like
other nights when you aren't here
Not total relief but better then
crying in cheap skanky old beer
I stroke the wand you own
when you sit on for a ride
Not ashamed that I need it
I have nothing to hide
Give it to me, hard and deep
You know I like playing for keeps
Even when you're not in reach
I still practice what I preach
Mmmmmm, I feel that thick piece of meat
gradually working his way inside of me
Anaconda dick just the way I like
Even from a distance you know how to lay pipe
I wish I could claim expertise in
the unloading of sexual bliss
But I am not a legendary cocksman
what I am sure of is this
That the stimulating bond that we share
is addictive in it's feel
Bringing it to you every night
more then one romp is the deal
The stimulation tends to electrify
Causing my pussy to liquify
Unfortunately, you're out of sight
Otherwise, I would physically fuck you every night
Published 13th Sep 2012
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13th Sep 2012 9:24pm
13th Sep 2012 10:18pm
Thanks, I must confess that with the conventions just concluded, 2 days of jury duty, and a death in the family, that was the last type of poem I had on my mind. (Just shows the influential power you women have!)
