Full of Hot, Sticky Air.

It’s date night!
And I wrote a poem for my lovely lady.
You Feel So Damn Good.
I Just Wish You Weren’t So Damn
Inflatable.  Damn.
—NPX
 
Ahh, the sudden realization that you are fucking a rubber vagina (hopefully).  We’ve all been there, right!  Right?  Damn.
Baaaaabara!
Asian Reporter Trisha Takanawa
I’d pop that.

 

 

 

 

One thought on “Full of Hot, Sticky Air.”

Leave a comment