Clarence Williams

(May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

Golf being Played


Naked golf

Poles! ! ! and balls! ! !
Was important for this game! ! !
Jockstraps, on bodies was a sight too see! ! ! where lube! ! ! and spit! ! ! Was the grease it need! ! Condoms around! ! ! And 
Erections had to be! ! ! or awaken by mouth that caused a resurrections! ! ! ! bottoms! ! ! were lusting for the meat! ! ! Want Drilling  too take  place on the bodies of men who were straps all day! ! ! . Long, wide, thick,  dicks! ! ! races of skin played  the game of naked golf! ! ! ! All day Where unclaimed kids were found inside  the bottoms! ! ! ! ! Of manhole all around. Mean while poles are still up for grabs! ! ! ! But the thirsty made room And disappearing all the children that has been released! ! ! !  

Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013
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