Saturday, September 17, 2011

P*ssy Jack

My love asked to cook me breakfast
And I was taken aback

My love's never cooked for me
So, it threw me off track

It distorted my thought process
Took my mind of food

In fact that simple question
Put me in the mood

I smiled and thought of something
But everything came out wrong

Instead of saying anything
I started to sing a song....

P****ssy, P*ssy Jack
They gobble 'em up
And the p*ssy come back
for P*ssy Jack


Damn!!!!!


Racquel, Founder
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