Fiesty Chics
Fiesty Chics
She knocked me down ,
she slapped me wrist,
We hadn’t even really kissed,
She tied the ropes too tightly.
Up off the floor an I got kicked,
Face down upon the bricks,
This shiela wasn’t flighty,
She clawed my chest I did my best,
Ripped of her bloody nightie.
She pinned me by my bloody ears,
Whispered something so sincere,
Thinking perhaps, I’ll get in here?
And something rose so sprightly.
And then upon my tortured bed,
She sprang and wrestled had it fed,
She rode n rode cor strike me dead,
Explosion it was mighty.
Don Johnson
Robert Haig and his Amazon women hey...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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