a poem for chicago

By sidian

Literal
She fucks me one hundred eleven times
I desire her more and more and perhaps I even call her mine;
No! Scratch that. I do call her mine for
She is kind to the perv in me
Wanting her is better than grits and ice cream
Speaking of cream; we make each other scream.
Bottom line is that I love her for me.
Continuing the literal thought
I want to feel her protein
And kiss my sweet MILF.
I scream her given name during and after
Masturbating; damn I love and want her.

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