26-10-2009, 18:04
Here is the poem summer which i wrote after our hot chat.
dedicated to summer lee:
i would love talking to you summer about something nice and kinky,
and it would not involve a man whose cock is limp and dinky.
we will be dressed as cowboys meeting at a rodeo ranch,
where there are lots of naked girls swinging from a branch.
you arrive in style riding your gorgeous favourite horse,
and the girls get so excited they try to take you by force.
i use my rope and lasso to catch all the girls quite soon,
and i'll tie them to the trees under the midnight moon.
you then dismount and come to snog me with added zest,
and all the girls are jealously watching you; a stunning guest.
we remove our stetsons and spurs and strip down to our boots,
as we both like to leave them on as kinky sexual brutes.
we have fantastic sex which teases all the watching girlies,
then we will release them and grab them by their short and curlies.
we all end up enjoying group sex and having lots and lots of fun,
and our long climaxing screams are louder than any big firing gun.
love you lots
angie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
dedicated to summer lee:
i would love talking to you summer about something nice and kinky,
and it would not involve a man whose cock is limp and dinky.
we will be dressed as cowboys meeting at a rodeo ranch,
where there are lots of naked girls swinging from a branch.
you arrive in style riding your gorgeous favourite horse,
and the girls get so excited they try to take you by force.
i use my rope and lasso to catch all the girls quite soon,
and i'll tie them to the trees under the midnight moon.
you then dismount and come to snog me with added zest,
and all the girls are jealously watching you; a stunning guest.
we remove our stetsons and spurs and strip down to our boots,
as we both like to leave them on as kinky sexual brutes.
we have fantastic sex which teases all the watching girlies,
then we will release them and grab them by their short and curlies.
we all end up enjoying group sex and having lots and lots of fun,
and our long climaxing screams are louder than any big firing gun.
love you lots
angie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx