Ameri>can Sods Are Sexuality Poem by James McLain

Confused, into bliss, movies, of danger, wet pink...panties
locked and loaded, inVouge, Magazines, with the perfume sniffers
torn out, fully loaded, fine hung cows...It to softens, the voice
and slides down twin peaks, splashing all of it, milked..out in, to drink..
Silicone gives us heartburn, Nexium..does us...in..side out..
Yellow sun, buffs shined, silky voice, he stutters...in her wiggles room.
Daughters in boxers, so short, now she Follows him...happy is his..
Aguamenti On it's prize is purpose, must follow all is it's passions....in silk..larking.
Key holes arouse us, a small hot Calderon..clean in sin..washed..dirty.
We watch the view.....I'm left amused.....hand...always so firm, with it
on one utter, the muses gun is swank...so soft....., so bent so cruel...