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
Damn!!!!!
Racquel, Founder
Artist’s Square
http://www.artists-square.com
~A Place Where Artists Go~
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so cute… haha
Comment by Ashraf Kamal | March 1, 2012 |