Poor Sod
i have been called a sod,
by a sometimes girlfriend,
she knew how to make 4 purple throb,
the vacumn was transcending,
subtle sweet explosive rite,
me little knees did tremble,
orright....
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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