Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Erotic poems are a form of art. Stealing images and text from other websites and assembling them in one piece is NOT another form of art. It's VIRTUAL COLLAGE. In this rainy afternoon -sexual temperature on the rise- my libido transformed the lowest of my darkest rumblings into an astonishing poem, worth of being recited by Nero on a burning Rome background. I WISH I WERE A DUMMY It's stupid cause you think you're funny but really you're just a dummy. I hate your ass, you don't know how much. It's enough for me to put a punch-- Right in your crotch, that's where it'll land if you don't be careful when you glance smugly like a smart ass right towards me. It gets on my nerves when you look my way. Why don't you just go away? I wish I knew, but I don't have a clue. So here I sit (on your face), all sad and blue knowing you're here to stay, oh, whoopie, my wet pussy! Isn't this just lucky for me? Gee I'm happy, thanks a lot, it feels like I just got a shot (of your cum). Oh! What a feeling, one I can't describe. (but taste) All I know is that I don't feel fine. I feel like shit, that's what I know. I'm sure that I would let it show. One thing I know really for sure is that I hate you with a passion you stupid dummy bitch. Now go and do something ... I suggest you increase the size of your faked, plastic dummy dick!!!! I hear a standing ovation. *sigh*.  Find the complete UNCENSORED set of "older sister Martina" at 18eighteen.com or preview eighteen photos. 8:15:34 PM    comment []

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