That Counter Lies
A man whose member is freakishly largeIs boning a woman whose breasts are
Enormous. They moan like they're dying,
But go on and on. They're on my computer,
The wall of my cave. A counter below
Shows that millions have watched them,
Venus, Priapus, but isn't this strange?
None of my friends will admit that they have,
And I promise you, neither have I.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2012-04-18 at 21:49
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