Jon Edward Walker
Foxy - Poem by Jon Edward Walker
Her breasts were huge and
her waist was small, fit.
with an ass like a heart
turned upside down
she was foxy,
Like a cartoon.
She said she had three kids
and assumed I was done with her
that didn’t detour me at all
kinda turned me on
kids are fun and
it meant she was responsible
and that I wouldn’t have to talk to
her all the time as she and I would be
busy with kids.
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