She IS Hot

mayet666 26 July, 2008 14:30 Poetry Permalink Trackbacks (0)
To my Mum and Dad who recently started reading under the user Blogs Dad.
Mum, you won't like this one but Dad may enjoy it lol.. after all I did get this wicked sense of humour from traveling with him so much as a kid.

To my readers.. yeah Im wicked at times....... but meh...it's me.

I wrote this one the other day for Jersey Girl and Munch. Yes Munch you handsome devil, you inspired this little ditty.

So this is in tribute to Jersey Girl's blackberry contest.

Thanks to which most of myspace has a new slang term to add to their vocab.

Thanks to the judges, the contestants and thanks mostly to those friends and readers that voted my entry. It was a fun time to be had by all.

Munches was the best by far and hence why his little ditty inspired this little dirty ditty.



She is hot she is ready
and she is willing to go
then she tells you something
that you didn't want to know

you lean back then to listen
with your fingers deep inside
between that luxury softeness
your hand just gently glides

She stops what she is doing
and looks up into your eye
she starts to speak the dreaded words
that are going to make you cry

your body is working overdrive
dicks as hard and stiff as rock
hurry and finish telling this
all I want to do is have a FOK

She smiles that sweet coy smile now
and wraps her hands around your gun
it twitches up towards her
as the juices start to run

hunny you know I want you
and your tongue between my thighs
I want you doing dirty deeds
but I canna tell a lie

tis the time for me of blackberries
the juicy gift from all the gods
that come raining down from heaven
and make for berry messy clods

So unless you want your face red
or to look like freddies revenge
I wouldn't dine down there tonight
in that slick gooey blackberry menge

you take your hand from within her
dang you had four fingers in
you place your hand upon her back
and let out a little grin

as you rub her shoulders lovingly
and massage up her curvy back
you lay her gently on the bed
your dicks now on the slack

you cup her face into your hands
and gaze deep into her eyes
there will always be another day
but for now I have to fly

it takes a minute to reclothe
and leave her snoring on the bed
she is smiling that secret smile again
as dreams of teasing are in her head

you close the door to the apartment
and get into the tower's lift
you wonder what her husband will think
as he arrives to your fingerprinted gift

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