Oh, *****
the one I rode
in my old country abode.
Though of length you had a dearth,
I shan’t soon forget your girth,
the warmth of that width a stone-lined hearth.
To wrap my hand around your body
was a breeze; overall you weren’t too shoddy,
and I could hold you with such ease.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
Oh, *****
the one I rode
in my old country abode.
Though of length you had a dearth,
I shan’t soon forget your girth,
the warmth of that width a stone-lined hearth.
To wrap my hand around your body
was a breeze; overall you weren’t too shoddy,
and I could hold you with such ease.
