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buk has a piss (Prose Poem) by Edna Sweetlove

walking through the park one romantic evening pretty goddamned stoned as i recall bursting for a piss i think what the heck ain't nobody around no way can i hold it tell i get back home my only pair of decent pants will be fucking drenched go i behind a bush to take a leak jeez what a relief pissing must be the greatest thing after fucking shitting and getting a blow-job talking of blow-jobs fifty seconds later just finishing the shakes this voice comes out of a bush suggesting i might like a suck what have i got to lose i thought even though he's not my type no tits for a start so i just shut my eyes and enjoy but don't anyone call me faggot or i'll black your eye you mother fucker

conny lingers 7-Feb-21/12:05 PM
At least he had two arms,




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