Thursday, March 03, 2016

Just Poem Wars with My Friend Part 4

vagina farts lazer darts car parts and love these are the things that dont make sense
she takes of her clothes
he wears his
she wears his
he is shocked

they went to a beach they sat om the sand she slowly wrote his name on the sand he stands up and says, cool, wanna fuck?
he caresses my hair I touch his skin he holds my waist and I just grin

skin tight wrist bright morning sun tan zan
the dog goes to where its owner goes the owner goes where his love goes his love goes to where her love goes her love goes to poop mangoes

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