Love Island

JasmineUK

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile.


Take to a life in the Senior Service,
And sail seas for mile, mile, mile.


When duties are so adrenaline filled,
And tensions begin to pile, pile, pile.


Pack in all your naughty sexy lingerie,
And flash with style, style, style.


Teasing the randy crew of fit sailors all,
And lined up the aisle, aisle, aisle.


Spending my cabin moments in open masturbation,
And being spied by file, file, file.


Taking chances for lovely hard cock sucks,
And hidden with guile, guile, guile.


Even to tasting a straight pussy or two,
And uneasily turned with wile, wile, wile.


Being fucked stupid on our shore leave,
And right around the dial, dial, dial.


Keeping up the happy ship's morale,
And avoiding the Purser's rile, rile, rile.


I think I'm seen with Nelson's eye,
And discretion over a trial, trial, trial.


I just love being the wettest whore,
On this big metal floating isle, isle, isle!

  • Author: JasmineUK (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2023 09:09
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • 2781

    That to me is vile vile vile. Smile

    • JasmineUK

      AHH but am I Hooked in your thoughts Captain,
      And the bite of a crocodile, dile, dile?

      • 2781

        Best I keep on the path, a slippery slope, vast, vast

      • JasmineUK

        Of all the poems of all the gin joints,
        You walk into mine, mine!

        Don't leave a poor girl all at sea!



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