I bought a blow up doll last week,
To solve my wet dreams on most nights,
Though she was never real affectionate,
But she was cuddly, firm and tight.
She satisfied my manly lust,
She's a woman who won't quarrel,
As I fondled her enormous bust,
She was sweet, That's not immoral.
I thought I'd better name her,
So I called her Little Annie",
She's great all night, and she has fur,
Just above her Jack and Danny.
Her apertures are great as well.
I use them when I can,
She's a woman who sure dings my bell,
A great pleasurer of man.
I got too excited late last night,
And at my point of no return,
I gave Annie a big love bite,
Yes, I know, I'll never learn.
Well, she farted, ran around the room,
And through the open door,
She flew outside towards the moon,
And she ain't been seen no more.
Annie's orifice's of pleasure,
And her breasts of pure delight,
Are the memories I'll still treasure,
Now I have to masturbate at night !
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Author:
Justa_Geezer (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2022 01:45
- Comment from author about the poem: This was written around an old joke I remembered, and no, is not a personal account. LMAO !
- Category: Erotic
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Comments3
I would swoon if it was a non-fiction write by you! lol.
That's a fine epitaph to Annie, and on the bright side, those moon men will have her fixed in no time, and before you know it she'll be heading home.
LOL, it was a good write and I do have to say I had a awkward smile on my face as I read. loved it though!!
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