|Humor Poetry posted August 5, 2013|
It's been so long I've turned to stone
The vines are thick and overgrown
But blaze a trail and you'll be prone
To make me moan, to make me moan
The trek is tough, but don't be thrown
For I'm right here, you're not alone
So face those fears and don't postpone
Just make me moan, just make me moan
I'd like consideration shown
With but one skill you'll need to hone
Let tongue become thy phallic clone
Come make me moan, come make me moan
At risk of sounding like a drone
Let roaming swirler set the tone
I love the scent of your cologne
Now make me moan, now make me moan
Mmmmm, stop the clock and hold the phone
I feel a note in your trombone
Such size and length I've rarely known
Could make me moan, could make me moan
Your tongue divine, my plot you've sewn
My spring has sprung, the birds have flown
I know you're hard, but now I've blown
You're on your own, you're on your own!
TMI I'm sure...but sometimes we ladies feel a
little...well...shall we say, neglected?
Hey...we ALL love a good moan.
Hope the insides of your retinas are still in tact after all that.
Thanks for reading...
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