Free To Be Immoral Poem by mark anthony st. rose

There must be the immoral crew
Where moral rules do not apply
Having fun on naked boats
Under naked heat of sun.
And tequilas on their naked breasts,
And tongues licking like delicious desert.
There must be the immoral crew,
Gyrating freely on each other,
fuelling sturdy erections,
whilst girls be kissing girls; twirls,
Putting on a show for the men,
Tearing down curtains and conventions.



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