until she squeals
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until she squeals
I love eels
but not peeled
Or in hi-heels
sixteen inch wheels
four on-the floor
stick shift heaven
stir the porridge
with your cock
and his hens
will swallow the
moistened, velvety mozzarella
Buffalo or Bison
breast or bum?
slice of both
with some horseradish
hot and steaming
like a turd
freshly laid today
fly-ridden stinking pancake
oozing, sulphurous, fetid
fishy lady juice
with cocktail umbrella
and Maraschino cherries
pink, glistening, ripe
requiring popping by
Jean Michel Jarre
with his laser
that pleases her
desire for cornflakes
stuck to bell-ends
coarsely massaging gossamer
webs of silk
veins vibrating vigourously
pulses pulsating passionately
producing pussy palpitations
Like a Jack-hammer
pumping away at
over ripe broccoli
Showz yer florets!
you go first
I'm clapped out
piston broke then
A leaky valve?
certain death ensured
grannys Sunday driving
whilst high on-crack
and drooling spittle
all over her
sticky toffee pudding