She said you got a forty-ounce.
Or maybe a beer.
I popped the top and we dit it all.
Over here.
Over there.
We played around and just wrecked the place.
Now I just gotta say.
It sure got hot in there.
I winked.
She smiled.
And it was on again just like a race.
She pleased me.
And I pleased her.
Things were wet and slippery for awhile.
She said, it's so hard.
I said, but it's all fair.
I kept things in place.
Then it all came to an end.
Now I'm proud to say to all.
It show was hot in there.
I
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Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2010
Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....sure was a hot southern night..(Sighhhhh)..very nice writing indeed sweet man....Hugssss
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