Then my dick rises up into view.
He knows you're his best friend.
He's too hard, just won't bend.
Now imagine what I'm going to do...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Writer's Interruptus
Lying here, writing poems about you.
Then my dick rises up into view.
He knows you're his best friend.
He's too hard, just won't bend.
Now imagine what I'm going to do...
Then my dick rises up into view.
He knows you're his best friend.
He's too hard, just won't bend.
Now imagine what I'm going to do...
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