I Wish I Was Tiger's Wood HookerA Poem by Pall and Mall
I wish I was Tiger's wood hooker
alone on the playing field, with only a bucket of Tiger's licensed golf balls Fill my hole, Tiger, fill my hole I wish I was Tiger's wood hooker riding his semen-filled quarter cracker jack home to Elin (she's the jealous type) but I'm the one yelping eat my man p***y Mr. Woods eat it eat it © 2010 Pall and Mall |
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Pall and MallUppsala, SwedenAboutWe are Pall and Mall. Lovers and siblings. We travel all over the world, taking in the glorious beaches, and making love on every mountaintop. You could say we're the Lewis and Clarke of our time, in .. more..Writing
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