Spice My Dice

you’ve got ade

I need to get laid

 

turn your tongue over

I’ll be over you in a hover

 

take her from behind

something I surely wouldn’t mind

 

tell it like it is

flat out say the biz

 

she wants to fuck

he is in luck

 

a swallowing serpent inside

forever a penetrating glide

 

a heated Thursday

I’ll put you at bay

 

put her in restraints

we’ll be called saints

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.06.23.17:02:18@NYC

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