Hairy Woman
Begging and pleading,
and wanting more,
her body is all I adore.
Hair down to her knees,
me asking pretty please.
Kissing her head to toe,
her hair will always grow.
Her body, I love to massage,
it deserves an entourage.
Lips so red and juicy,
me just a local groupie.
Eyes are a perfect blue,
I'm sticky, just like glue.
Running my fingers, through hair,
takes over an hour,
how the hell, does she even shower.
More hair than cousin It,
I wipe your *** when you ****
Don't shave legs or arm pits,
hair even grows from her ****
Need a **** whacker for that bush,
it's me around, you like to push.
How I love her hairy ***
you hold the title for passing gas.
Dandruff, you have plenty of,
but yet, I'm still in love.
Prettiest face you'll ever see,
in her hair is plenty of old ***
Big Foot is alive and white,
she's so big, she blocks the light.
It's all good, I don't care,
she's so hot, this I swear.
When I go out, she must stay home,
must brush her hair, can't use a comb.
When she leaves the house, people laugh,
her neck is the size of a giant giraffe.
The *** drives me so wild,
she's a left over 60's flower child.
Not even sure if she is human,
how I love my hairy woman.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
Hairy Woman
Begging and pleading,
and wanting more,
her body is all I adore.
Hair down to her knees,
me asking pretty please.
Kissing her head to toe,
her hair will always grow.
Her body, I love to massage,
it deserves an entourage.
Lips so red and juicy,
me just a local groupie.
Eyes are a perfect blue,
I'm sticky, just like glue.
Running my fingers, through hair,
takes over an hour,
how the hell, does she even shower.
More hair than cousin It,
I wipe your *** when you ****
Don't shave legs or arm pits,
hair even grows from her ****
Need a **** whacker for that bush,
it's me around, you like to push.
How I love her hairy ***
you hold the title for passing gas.
Dandruff, you have plenty of,
but yet, I'm still in love.
Prettiest face you'll ever see,
in her hair is plenty of old ***
Big Foot is alive and white,
she's so big, she blocks the light.
It's all good, I don't care,
she's so hot, this I swear.
When I go out, she must stay home,
must brush her hair, can't use a comb.
When she leaves the house, people laugh,
her neck is the size of a giant giraffe.
The *** drives me so wild,
she's a left over 60's flower child.
Not even sure if she is human,
how I love my hairy woman.
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