…I see you shaking like jello, I’m a nice fellow, would like to date you like Othello, watch me bellow when I say hello; say goodbye, hell no. I like it when you shake it like jello, but can I get a feel though, what’s the deal yo, I’m better then a dildo, let’s get together and keep it real though, I’m not living on skid row, I have cash flow, for real though, I can make it rain yo, and sit back and watch you glow yo, until you start to go on that pole and move like a yo-yo.
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Author:
EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2022 02:34
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Comments2
I didn't realize that this is a porn site very sorry ass poem
All your poems are sorry
Pervert
Red neck
If you don’t like it you should have kept moving to the next one, no one ever said anything about your boring non poetic, non rhythmic crap.
Is this poem about your pole dancing Mom
Your grandmother actually
Pervert
Porn? LOL SHE HAS ON CLOTHES
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