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
Well
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
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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
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