(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Dicklexick Lovers

He true her
on the bad

graping her boountyfull

shucking on each
erect nibble

tore off
her nicknacks

enflamabled by the slight
of her public hair

'Talk thirty to me! '
she hollowed for the 29th time.

She tuc hiss private

in both her wands
winking wildly

then she entered him
into her wet can't

'Oh I love your hot
posse! '
he pursued

his general election

an avalanche
a landslide.

'Oh comb...comb! '
she yellowed
in honey tomes

he combed
& he combed

kissing her hare
& dare

his tong now in her
ear now in her rear

he was all over her
like a rush.

'Hush...hush! '
she shushed.

They layed together
like snow turning slowly

...to slush.

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This is so funny Dónall! Unreadable but brilliant! xxx Jan