A festive poem
Bet it's a repost, but anyway.......
He laid her on the table so white and clean and bare,
His forehead wet with beads of sweat he rubbed her here and there
He touched her on the breasts and then drooling felt her thigh
The slit was wet and all was set he gave a joyous cry
The hole was wide he looked inside but all was dark and murky
He rubbed his hands then stretched his arms and then.................
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..................................he stuffed the turkey!!!
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Re: A festive poem
Originally Posted by Spiralize
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