We'd always get together,
To have fun Friday night,
We two were very kinky,
To some we were a fright.
She licked me and she bit me,
She made me want to blow,
She'd call me her baby,
I'd call her my hoe.
She'd tie me up and whip me,
I'd scream and tell her more,
That's when she untied me,
I dropped down to the floor.
She pushed my head between her,
Both legs spread wide apart,
I stuck my tongue out; wanting more,
Then stopped before the start.
She tasted like a taco,
And boy did she ever scream,
When I came back from the kitchen,
And lathered on sour cream.
Sounds a little kinky?
She sent me out the door,
Boy shes cute when she gets mad,
It leaves me wanting more!
Author notes
This is rather sick. I dunno why. After reading the others, this kind of just clicked...
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This is SICK. I know...
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Gosh, now I'm worried... I didn't see it as sick at all
(well, the sour cream was strange but I'm lactose intolerant 
)... I thought your rhyme was great and the humor off beat... Well done and best of luck...
Ken
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