[untitled]A Poem by B. Lapinski"Why do you f**k like a woman" she said At that comment I felt my dick crawl upward It crawled into the cavern of my manhood and silently sat waiting waiting But the kick never came I was bruised of course my dignity...still intact but the fortune of my pecker was still fair game... well..... that I suppose was something to be desired Wait.... Maybe not the proper choice of words.... maybe not the proper text "What do you mean" ? I said " MY PECKER IS NOT GOOD GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU" " Sure 8 inches is fine if you put it in the right hole, you putt but never follow through" she said " Never follow through.... I put my life on line each time we lay down together. I fight through that thick a*s forest you call a bush I hold my nose.... lick lick again and retrieve my pride through my stomach" "F**K YOU...PECKERWOOD" She always brought color into the picture Thank god...for me I see in technicolor
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3 Reviews Added on February 20, 2008 AuthorB. LapinskiMt Top, PAAbouti'm a wanna be poet, with synthetic words. Everything on this page is water soluble. I wish you could see my ink. It is blue, feathered and dreamy, leaking tar and setting everything on fire .mcrmeeb.. more..Writing
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