I woke up at late
night.
Thinkin' of girls, that I
might.
Picked up a sweater - it's kinda cold.
'Bout that kinda night no stories are told.
Young lass! I remember you nude.
With tickles and bites we started prelude.
When I saw you undress my dick started tingling.
I never realised a bra was so binding.
Right now dripping tears, sorrow sky-high.
And now I might die,
If a don't get a pussy,
Or perhaps five.
Dear Lord in heavens! Sweet Jesus, please bless.
Lack of a pussy - ain't nuttin' to mess.
We will be together! With powers of Force.
Best thing in the world.
Sexual intercourse.
Modern poetry 2
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