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I don't usually write erotica and this is no exception (Ode) by Edna Sweetlove

I met you last night in some cheap bar And totally drunk as a doorknob I dragged you home for a hot shag And we soon got down on the job. Riding hard on your huge cock My cuntlips dripping their lovejam I shrieked as my orgasm came pounding Like the filthy old slut that I am. Now, lying back on the coverlet, Still breathing as hard as a goat, I look at your fat body next to me And I feel like slitting your throat.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 11-Aug-06/12:30 PM
This poeme is disappointing in comparison to the title, which is genius.




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