The Beatiful Nightmares - Poem by Ari Alsio
This night of nightmares,
obese beautiful women,
they are nice than take it
Hearty women and naked,
well they were hilarious.
I love like they noses,
like hornets flew they out on the ice,
not played hockey or spies.
waved their huge breasts,
whisper lucky you are the best,
Now we girls have fun.
Were pamper me when they seized my gun,
caressed coq au vin,
it stood in the morning,
sat me body all the women
Kept the pressure then still oh men,
even if all the juice was already there.
I woke up dripping wet,
and I thought if I'm, I´m in my own bed.
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