Sunday night poetry reading ..........
 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Should I really shave my balls?
If I don't, she'll surely bitch
Does she care how much I'll itch?

Take the razor and lather up,
Gawd that bitch is so corrupt
Don't she care that I could slip?
Shave my balls, and cut off my dick?

Easy now, hands don't shake,
She'll call me "Stumpy" with one mistake,
Pubes in her teeth she really can't bear,
If I want some head ~ get ridda the hair.

So I shave my balls all nice and slick,
Did it up nice, without one nic!
"Feel 'em baby, they're so smooth!"
"Take off your clothes - get in the groove!"

She looks at me from our little bed,
"I'm sleepy, Baby, ain't givin no head!"
She rolls on over, and gives me her back,
I'm so pissed off, I'm about to crack!

Next day ~ its breakfast in the bed,
There must be someway to get some head,
My balls are now like a round smooth egg
I know what, tonight I'll beg.

At 10 PM sharp, a candle I light
To be finally blown is tonight my plight
Satin sheets, soft music and wine
If I play my cards right, on my dick she will dine.

I now start to beg, Oh darling Please
I'll be your best friend if you get on your knees
I did what you said, I am smooth as glass
I now want your mouth, not your Pus or your ass

It starts to itch like mad, but what the hell
It'll be all worth it if she dries up my well
She says wait a minute, you'll get your way before long
I thought I'd cum on the spot, as she peeled off her thong

She went to the bathroom, came back soon with a grin
She opened her mouth and I slid my way in
I was finally in heaven, I was happy as can be
How was I to know what would soon happen to me

The itch turned to burn, the burn turned to pain
The pain became agony, what was to blame?
It wasn't her teeth, it wasn't her bite
Then I found out what kept me in pain all that night

You see my friends I now have something to share
A word of wisdom from a guy who's been there
If she persuades you to shave your balls, real close to the vest
Don't let her mask the taste, with a mouthful of crest

man you got way too much time on your hands.

suck a cock

reading juicys post
made me want to write a poem
haiku was the answer

Thanks for teaching me how to... :winkwink:

fruit

LOL classy!

I'm learning :thumbsup

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(Me on the right)

hehe good one juicy :thumbsup :thumbsup

lol!

classic juicY!

ode to the guido

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Holy shit. excellent writing, and the whole thing was very climactic.

BRAVO!

lol ok what are u on? whatever it is.. i want some..

that was too cute..

bravo? BRAVISSIMO! :thumbsup

I thought it was funny juicy you get 3 thumbs up :thumbsup :thumbsup :thumbsup

juicy you got the talent :thumbsup

I used to go to sunday night poetry readings. I'd just stand outside cause there'd be like 100 people there, half chicks and 1/3 gay. I'd just cruise for some pussy knowing I was one of the only eligeable straight men.

The last time I ever left that place was a sunday night in the back of a police car though :thumbsup

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