' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Dicklexick Lovers Poem by Dónall Dempsey

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Dicklexick Lovers

Rating: 2.7


He true her
on the bad

graping her boountyfull
beasts

shucking on each
erect nibble

tore off
her nicknacks

enflamabled by the slight
of her public hair

'Talk thirty to me! '
she hollowed for the 29th time.

She tuc hiss private
member

in both her wands
winking wildly

then she entered him
into her wet can't

'Oh I love your hot
posse! '
he pursued

his general election
throbbed

an avalanche
a landslide.

'Oh comb...comb! '
she yellowed
in honey tomes

he combed
& he combed

kissing her hare
& dare

his tong now in her
ear now in her rear

he was all over her
like a rush.

'Hush...hush! '
she shushed.

They layed together
like snow turning slowly

...to slush.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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