| Poetry: Lust: Lucy, A Clapping Game (1/1) |
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I woke today at seven My head was in a whirl I don't remember last night But beside me was a Girl whose name was Lucy At least that's what she said Before my feet could touch the floor She pulled me back in Better not to tell you The things that happened next But if you swear to secrecy I'll tell you we had Sex is not a subject That people should discuss While sitting at the table Or riding on the Busty little vixen Underneath the sheet Rockin' to the rhythm While her lips gave me a Treat ya to a movie Maybe dinner too I met Miss Lucy at a club She said, "How do you Do you want to take me To your place for the night?" I said it's really up to you But just to be po- "Light my fire, baby" She whispered in my ear I mumbled something runcible I got from Edward Leering at her body Pulling off her clothes Miss Lucy climbed on top of me To watch my ding-dong Growing up means leaving All the toys of youth behind When Lucy thrust hers out at me It nearly blew my Mind your manners always Obey your elders too The next thing I remember Was my pistol shooting Goo is white and sticky It lands with a wet plop But none got me or Lucy 'Cause she'd licked up every Drop what you are doing Forget what isn't done- Miss Lucy's waiting for you Now go out and have some fun! |
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