by Jon
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An artists rendition of what a night of passion with me will encompass
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A Poem
A gentle mist caresses your curtains
As you lie in bed and wait
You’ve been laying there for nearly three hours
In anticipation of our date.
Of special prizes
And chocolate sweets
Of candle light
And foreign meats
Free of strive and of disease
Living to impress and always please.
You ask for diamonds, but I am not rich
You asked for a vacation, now what did I just say bitch?
You asked for a night of grace and serenity
But I have the best gift…sex with me
So few get it, when the world justly deserves
Too feel my skin and caress my curves
I’m a lover who swivels and sometimes swerves
But I’ll never ever give you, something with pearls.
When it comes to gifts and when it comes to lovin
I could grace you with puppies fresh baked in the oven
I could call your favorite musician and tell you he’s comin
But that would mean I’m made of money or somethin.
As stated before, I’ve got little cash
But if it’s bang for your buck, I’ve got plenty of ass
And I’m willing share with you until night’s end
And if you feel like it, sure bring a friend.
No one should be alone on Valentines Day
Especially when they could be having sex with me
The fanciest gift this side of the ocean
I’ll bring the Enya if you bring the lotion
I won’t need no spells, won’t need no potions
When you see my bodice, you’ll reel from emotion
And you’re sweet vagina will feel the erosion
As I step towards you in romantic devotion
People will wonder “now what’s the commotion”
When it’s my penis and my heart simultaneously explodin.
Have a hot Valentines day…you dirty dirty bitch.
Love,
Jon
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