Took the train to eighteen,

To spread your legs and enter between.

Your husband had a gun to my head,

He said I was about to be dead.

Unfamiliar frontier did not break,

Even with the power of the mighty snake.

Mounted my bull cock,

Squealed to the stare of a pointed Glock.

You kicked, you sucked, you screamed,

You licked, you fucked, you creamed!

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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