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April A.

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Poem "Blow Job Queen":
- published August 7, 2009
- viewed 52 times

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»Blow Job Queen«

by April A.

She wore silver-golden rings,
She drove the newest Ferrari,
She was so incredibly scary
That stuff from the labeled glam bliss
Would still never help.
Yet he paid for this.

They said they were so in love!
He loved her blow jobs with eyes closed
As much as to hear her boast
Her fucking was the best on earth.
Asylums of porn
Would pay for them both.

She had sex and dough in her life,
She called it a trifle of dwelling.
However, she passed her excelling
Blow skills to lame-practised mate whores.
Why didn't he guess
She just wanted more?

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April A.: "I'm a lady."
Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe: "What a poem! Baring it all just like that. One wonders at the things that some of our neighbours go through for a good living. Thank you April. By the way are you a gentleman or a lady?"

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