Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: wickd.witz, non erotic poem
A wickd.witz nonsense © ™ ®
April 22, 2016 | All Rights Reversed !
His swagger told everything
Though he denied all candid thing
His butt swaying, finger tossing did all the saying
He's a fruit.. I wonder if he's worth slicing
His ass beckoning as if wanting
Those eyebrows raised as if warning
Of future scenarios mind boggling
For a moment thought those tits were jiggling
Hesitating, I have to ask the ruffian
As to where those tits were made of
Thailand ? I asked. He answered "NO ! Russian !"
And before I can retort.. to the dark he darted off.