bradley cox


Magician


I was the magician they said i could win now i am looking at ten.
I did my bit the fuzz open my cage and i ran like hell.
Outta site! outta mind!
I stopped and got some cigs,
hit the bar for a drink.
I looked up and their she was Joanna
hot as a fire cracker.
I bought her a drink and we talked,
Joanna ask me if she could bang
for roof.
Hell yeah I was feeling lucky.
She ask if she could try something new?
She tie me up and rocked my world.
Joanna got up got dressed grabbed all
my money.
I said what the Hell? she said you can't
always get what you want, but
the maid will call the police and you'll
be..................................... ................................................. ....

Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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