Franceska Berube Carrier Poem by Dead Beat Poet
Franceska Berube Carrier
Franceska's hair looks hot when it up,
and you have the groove in your booty.
If I took everything in the world,
you would still have the beauty.
I'd like to invite you back to my lair,
for some desert and a fable.
You go get the whipping cream,
I will clear the table.
If you are at the very end,
I will break through any barrier.
My desire is on a one-way trip,
and you are the Carrier.
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