To My Dark Lady
Image by Deniz Ataman
Your pubic hair its angels dark,
Hell beckons from under your skirt,
Your luscious mouth is my amusement park.
Lice patrol your pearly gates,
To your warm interior, I take the 1 Train,
With your lips, forever my passion sate,
You’re more proficient than the whores on Gropecunt Lane.
I could write a poem to your arse,
Of all of you the most exciting part,
It makes Ann Coulter’s cooch a thorough farce,
Baby, you enchant me when you fart.
Nights I enter Heaven’s sticky soil,
You fall asleep as I toil.
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