The thighmonger's death
He didn't feel any pain,for the pleasure dimmed it
As the furious husband stabbed and stabbed
The thighmonger pumped and pumped
And the blonde wife screamed and screamed!
Finally they stopped.
The wife had climaxed,
The husband was tired,
And the thighmonger was dead.
Poetry by gad
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Written on 2007-06-28 at 09:20
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