Angels Come
Angels come
There she was when I was sad
Said cast her off your shoulder lad
The body comfort and the wine
She surely looked sweet and divine
We fit together just like spoons
And passion flowed till I did swoon
And later on she asked for more
And I hoped I didna snore
Again the pennant rode the mast
On top she finished very fast
Eruption flowed her breast I clasped
But then she wanted more
A Nympho’s mouth did me consume
In rapture I did feel in tune
A wispy taste of her perfume
And then I’m back a riding
Sun came in the window, shock
I’d been all around the sexual block
The girl was gone my wallet Jock
I’m sore it’s not surprising
Don Johnson
13-4-11
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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