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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

I can hear the gears and cogs,
Twisting, and turning in your head,
Some like it dark, some like it sleazy,
Like your old nightgown.
I like my caffeine with a little cream,
And two poached eggs with biscuits.
Biscuits with butter, and sorghum.
Anything to stick in your mouth,
So that you will shut the hell up,
And I can put a shine on my Harley.
So get your fat ass off my lowrider,
And get a new tattoo.
All you do is iron and starch,
Shake the cans of pork and beans,
As I jump-start my Harley,
That's is parked in the family room.


Submitted: July 06, 2021

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