Sure I like broads, said Hank,
Especially the cute
Ones with soft dimpled cheeks;
The cool sleek ones like cats
That purr in your ears and
Claw at your groin; I like
The plump dames, with puffy
Pillow-like ******* where you
Can lay your head on those
Cold lonely winter nights;
Or the slim broads with tongues
Like razors, hips like small
Handles, who keep you on
Your toes and in their beds;
And the clever dames who
Use their heads listening
To Brahms, while I lay in
Their arms, looking into
Their bright blue eyes, seeing
Death waiting for me out
There on the rim, just me
And dark deadly old him.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
Sure I like broads, said Hank,
Especially the cute
Ones with soft dimpled cheeks;
The cool sleek ones like cats
That purr in your ears and
Claw at your groin; I like
The plump dames, with puffy
Pillow-like ******* where you
Can lay your head on those
Cold lonely winter nights;
Or the slim broads with tongues
Like razors, hips like small
Handles, who keep you on
Your toes and in their beds;
And the clever dames who
Use their heads listening
To Brahms, while I lay in
Their arms, looking into
Their bright blue eyes, seeing
Death waiting for me out
There on the rim, just me
And dark deadly old him.
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