To all, the Georges, Dicks, and Chicks
Amusing to be sure by far,
Some men believe that love,
Resides within the first chakra,
In pleasure mode that little dong,
Constantly their little brain,
Sings this little song,
Like puppets on a string,
Without a will,
Some siren has them sing,
Do anything for love,
That speaks to their desire,
For that they’ve plenty of,
A stable boy for hire,
Among a harems stall,
To please some girls desire,
And when the chores are done,
Exhausted from the joy,
All love is left and gone,
She bits adieu in knowing flair,
Perfumes his memory,
Throws him a flower from her hair.
06/04/2008
God bless you. Kathy
Georg
excellent Jasmin...
John
Jealousy makes you naaaaaaaaasty....and poopers makes you swing!!
Whahahahahaha....cannot wait to see the comments!!
Love Tinka