Yes Sir, Yes Lord
Poem by: LavaKas
Yes Sir, Yes Lord
It’s getting cold; it’s the misty chill in the air
It’s your body I long to hold, oh but how & where?
Just the thought of you and my appetite’s whet
With the mood set in my heart races off like a jumbo jet
Feel my lips roam down your landing strip
And my tongue laps your nectar as you drip
You getting dizzy, but my head’s reeling, perhaps it’s the wine
Maybe I’m lying, it’s coz we doing a standing sixty-nine
Your legs around my neck, I devour you whole
Your mouth around my member, remember my pole?
There ain’t a limit, ‘coz you broke the record
It’s usually “Yes Sir!”, now you yelling “Yes Lord”!
When my knees go weak , I’m gonna make you choke
Coz if the rubber breaks, you can wash it down with coke!
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