The fourth poem in the "Legacy of a Cock" series, by afmc011 and purplefrenchfry.
I saw you at a party;
I gotta say, I was packin' a pretty mean hardy.
I strolled up to say, "Hi."
And you said, "Lick my hairpie."
We went back to your place,
and you practically shoved that cherry in my face.
I went to slide off your pants,
but something just fucked our romance.
Shit you must be on your period,
'cause you smell pretty acrid.
I pulled them down farther,
but what I saw resembled Darfur.
"Goddamn! It looks like someone took a cleaver
to your furry beaver!"
You screamed at me to eat you out,
but I could do was sit there and pout.
I tried to hide my frightened cock,
but you kept on clawing at my rocks.
You grabbed it nice and hard,
then shoved it in your lard.
My dick went soft; it got lazy.
And now all it's doing is pushin' up daisies.
To be continued...
Post edited at 11:35 am on April 6, 2008 by afmc011
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purplefrenchfry says: "...like... the plague? omg awesome." Oh yeah.
"Dude, one time, this chick made me nail her on her period."
"Yeah? One time this chick farted on my tongue. Beat that."