Syrus's Articles
1 total in September 2007
Poetry that will win her over
Dear Hot Girl in my class
God blessed you with that ass
When you bend to get your pen
We boys in class turn into men
How thy thong curves around your hips
Oh how I wish to kiss your lips
And those breast so pure I find
On a cold day I will go blind
Oh how I wish to rub my hands
Across the front of those bra bands
If you were to touch my short
Out I will bust my log fort
Your legs so perfect and so long
Ijust want to smell your thong
As you leave we boys cries
20 bucks, tell me what it buys
No matter how much I pray for you
My heart knows it won’t come true
And though it won’t be in this light
I will think of you tonight.
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