Oh hell

Don’t tell Henry

When he is not here
I think about his penis
And his pussy kisses
and his piggy nose

Pressed against my


You get the point

Don’t tell Henry
I don’t want him to know
I think of him
It will make him strut about
This shit hole

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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