SLOWLY DYING SELVES. -STRONG LANGUAGE-
Posted: January 28th, 2011, 4:28 am
Once men would whistle as you went by them
And their eyes would lick at your tight buttocks.
Some men dreamed of you; dreamed of making love
To you while fucking their wives. Many men
Had your image tucked in their wallets or
Framed and placed on mantleshelves or hidden
In cupboards and their wives hated your guts,
Your tight buttocks and your bouncy breasts. Now,
Honey, the men no longer whistle as
You slowly go by them their lips are still
And silent and their eyes no more lick at
Your soft buttocks. No men dream of making
Love to you now as they fuck their wives, or
Have images of you tucked in cupboards
Or wallets or framed on mantelshelves; they
No longer think of you now; they think of
Their dull wives or their slowly dying selves.
And their eyes would lick at your tight buttocks.
Some men dreamed of you; dreamed of making love
To you while fucking their wives. Many men
Had your image tucked in their wallets or
Framed and placed on mantleshelves or hidden
In cupboards and their wives hated your guts,
Your tight buttocks and your bouncy breasts. Now,
Honey, the men no longer whistle as
You slowly go by them their lips are still
And silent and their eyes no more lick at
Your soft buttocks. No men dream of making
Love to you now as they fuck their wives, or
Have images of you tucked in cupboards
Or wallets or framed on mantelshelves; they
No longer think of you now; they think of
Their dull wives or their slowly dying selves.
I hope she can, Joel.