RRough House, by April BLue Subscribe to rss feed for April BLue

RRough House my Lord does purrFursss
Eye hear it all without his Mouth speaking
COwBoy of Sicily with Spikes 4 Spursss
Pacifier stuck inn me Down South Leaking

RRough House my Master does (s)expect
Eye see it all without His Face to picture
Mob Pressure N Mob Power 2 inSpect
Being SubMissive means a Training Tour

RRough House my LoveRR does Require
My heart shattersss at THought of Re Union
Hell knows no Fury like SOuthern Italy on FIre
Eye am tired of HIs attitude HIgh Fa Lootin!

RRough HOuse my ChildHood Hero does like
My Lord could even RRaise Lazarus from the Dead
I wish I was ten and on my Bike
Cos  he was the BassTurd Eye wanted 2 Wed!
Posted: 2005-06-07 21:33:33 UTC

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