The three semi-intrested parties raise their heads,
bobbing along to the psy-co-de-licked poetry-slam.
Grand slam and limp dicks.

Blurting out, ”I give awesome head”, when it really should have been a humorous conversation about pizza and deadly heartbreaker-uppers.

your polyester shirt, clenching to your throut, like my thighs would have been, if only you weren’t so damn hysteric.

Reminiscing the little riverband, playing at our 7th wedding, this time out doors. And he’ll say, ”yea babe, wetness suits you like the bottle bottom glasses suit me”.


A pair of cherry mary janes, 90$ on daddys visa gold.

Og du er så smuk at jeg har lyst til at ridse ”laksens”, i dine luscious læber, på papercut måden.