![]() Pungent LipsA Poem by Deep Meaning![]() A poem about my true love, Anna.![]()
There she was, standing there.
I had been looking everywhere. Why did she come to me on such an occasion? Would it be just another persuasion? How dare she do that to me in the past. We had times of fun, they were blasts. O 'twas the sweet nectar of her lips. O 'twas the jeans with their rips. Why did she do that, why did she care? I was so very close to her underwear. As I came near, she was moaning and groaning. She could not wait to get a taste of my boning. I was so very close to her fabulous lips. They peaked through the cloth and showed their tips. As I finally got there, I realized with grief. She had let out a little queef. Immediately I began gasping for air. I had inhaled a bacteria lair. The stench was as great as it was foul. And then she let loose of her bowel. The ever so strong stench of feces filled the room. I threw up as she retrieved the broom. I ran out as soon as I could. Though perhaps it was not something I should. For now that all has been done. I am now having no kinds of fun. I just wanted a simple taste of her lips. The lips that were beneath the jeans with the rips. © 2014 Deep MeaningAuthor's Note
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Added on April 21, 2013Last Updated on January 26, 2014 Tags: irish ireland musinski eugene an Author![]() Deep MeaningBrooklyn, NYAboutI am a simple teenage boy with the love for words. I make love to the paper. The pencil is my shaft and the paper, of course, is the vagina. Sometimes I hide my feelings, which can be related to a .. more..Writing
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