Search
Pooetry

No Pain No Gain

As my deuce slid out my crack, I felt a horrible crunch in my back.

My deuce then dropped and made stain, then in my back a very sharp pain.

What could it be I began to wonder, then inside I felt the thunder.

A second log violently erupted out, in it’s wake… a steaming spout.

Pure Pooetry

No comments

You can be the first one to leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Search