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P*ssy Jack

My love asked me what I wanted for breakfast
And I was taken aback

My love’s never cooked in the morning for me
So, it took me a bit 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


Racquel, Founder
Artist’s Square
~A Place Where Artists Go~


September 18, 2011 Posted by | Adult Poetry | 1 Comment