El Fin, by Sandwich Massacre Subscribe to rss feed for Sandwich Massacre


You were so quick to take off my 
Pants
Your fingers were jittery; scurry like
Ants 
I kept you up; you want to go 
Down
You want to move fast but you
Can’t

Your winky is plinky; goes up and
Down
You try to push in but it curls with a 
Frown
Look at me with crooked eyes; I shake my
Head
The tension makes me want to
Drown

To my lips you approach with your 
Head
Grossed out; my skull squished in the
Bed
I say “hell no! Don’t come any
Closer”
And sadly your winky is
Dead

I’m now on top; you pull me
Closer
We rub and hump till there’s a
Boner
You quickly slide in; in achievement we
Grin
Now you show off and go a little
Faster

His length was not much to
Grin
Sometimes I couldn’t feel he was
In
Not a  minute went by; sudden look in his
Eye
And I knew that this was “El
Fin”

february 20, 2006


Posted: 2006-03-14 06:22:45 UTC

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