Geplaatst So white, clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat,
He rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck and then her breast,
And drooling, felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide...he looked inside,
And all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms,
And stuffed the Christmas turkey.
Gr,Marco
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