Samael Wolf

Rookie - 3 Points (I'm not sure when I lived / Indiana)

Four Beers On A Friday Night, ,

Poem by Samael Wolf

thats all you get

such a sad sad sight

you used to debauch

the entire town

alone with four beers

is all you get tonight,

burn the night oil

get to bed alright

with dreams of boobs

all through your head

shes ready and willing

with juicey quim

dream muff diving

ready for any whim

tenderly tenderly

lick and slurp

a slap and a pinch

creamy miss kitty

her cum is a cinch

rolling, biting, squeezing, fucking

lets not leave out all that sucking,

tomorrow I'll be your honey do,

wake up in cold sweat

blankets become a tent

woke up with full bladder

shoulda whizzed before bed

for that matter

who was that woman

in my dream

I know who she is

if you know what I mean.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011