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I was always looking for raisins in a bun,
In eclerchics, I sucked only cream
Pearls in mama's box,
As a baby, I almost ate once.
Fortunately for me, my mother prevented this,
Tender breast closely leaning,
And I, since then, have always been looking stubbornly,
Tangent frontal communication.
I will enter the crowded trolley,
And I’ll cling to a girl
What is this rebus?
And what is the taste of such touches?
The girl smells like young flesh,
I will touch her legs
She is...
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I was always looking for raisins in a bun,
In eclerchics, I sucked only cream
Pearls in mama's box,
As a baby, I almost ate once.
Fortunately for me, my mother prevented this,
Tender breast closely leaning,
And I, since then, have always been looking stubbornly,
Tangent frontal communication.
I will enter the crowded trolley,
And I’ll cling to a girl
What is this rebus?
And what is the taste of such touches?
The girl smells like young flesh,
I will touch her legs
She is...
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Galina V.
I remembered this day, platform, station,
And the sadness in your eyes at parting,
"I love and wait," - I barely heard,
And we kissed goodbye.
I soon became not needed and forgotten,
Though I waited for you with dreary hours
And the phone, spitting calls,
Now, always deadly silent.
You didn't even say why,
I erased out of life immediately ?,
How not to try, I still do not understand
Why was I so cruelly punished ?!
You appeared exactly a year later,
As if nothing had happened ...
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I remembered this day, platform, station,
And the sadness in your eyes at parting,
"I love and wait," - I barely heard,
And we kissed goodbye.
I soon became not needed and forgotten,
Though I waited for you with dreary hours
And the phone, spitting calls,
Now, always deadly silent.
You didn't even say why,
I erased out of life immediately ?,
How not to try, I still do not understand
Why was I so cruelly punished ?!
You appeared exactly a year later,
As if nothing had happened ...
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Oh, my years are young,
Then my dreams were made
And bloomed a bunch of lilies
They, on the capture of the Bastilles,
As announced rushed,
And they were, just like the plague ...
In the dreams of appeals contained,
For those hidden flowers,
Which, of their shackles,
Tights, jeans and panties,
They always tried to extract.
And extracted sometimes,
From there, all the beauty maidens,
That someone will say: nonsense!
But he will never understand
What is the beauty of dreams,
And sonorous rhyming language melodious.
Well, it's me ...
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Then my dreams were made
And bloomed a bunch of lilies
They, on the capture of the Bastilles,
As announced rushed,
And they were, just like the plague ...
In the dreams of appeals contained,
For those hidden flowers,
Which, of their shackles,
Tights, jeans and panties,
They always tried to extract.
And extracted sometimes,
From there, all the beauty maidens,
That someone will say: nonsense!
But he will never understand
What is the beauty of dreams,
And sonorous rhyming language melodious.
Well, it's me ...
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I explore the mysteries of anal,
You're crazy about little pranks,
So voluptuous, sensually moaning,
What I finished in you more than once.
Tempting your hard depths
They are watered with pearl drops,
Forbidden to know is always useful,
Go beyond ..., - that is our goal!
And thighs are served to meet me,
Ram their priap primed
He studies you, loves, treats,
And plunges into the ocean delight.
You groan you, seized by sexism,
In the orgasmic delirium whispering words,
Ebi me, ebi is always in life,
And you will ...
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You're crazy about little pranks,
So voluptuous, sensually moaning,
What I finished in you more than once.
Tempting your hard depths
They are watered with pearl drops,
Forbidden to know is always useful,
Go beyond ..., - that is our goal!
And thighs are served to meet me,
Ram their priap primed
He studies you, loves, treats,
And plunges into the ocean delight.
You groan you, seized by sexism,
In the orgasmic delirium whispering words,
Ebi me, ebi is always in life,
And you will ...
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Special thanks to the author with the nickname Geisha. The image of a "friend" was formed after reading the poems of this author.
In the morning in the waiting room I, at the office,
Natasha secretary in front of me,
So twirling ass, craving blowjob,
That my member in an instant was strained, as steel.
And I, drew a girl to myself roughly,
Putting on your knees and she
My pressure flattered especially
She took the horse from jeans.
I finished her sweet face,
She left, nectar sliznushi with lips,
I, in the office, twirling a piece of paper ...
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In the morning in the waiting room I, at the office,
Natasha secretary in front of me,
So twirling ass, craving blowjob,
That my member in an instant was strained, as steel.
And I, drew a girl to myself roughly,
Putting on your knees and she
My pressure flattered especially
She took the horse from jeans.
I finished her sweet face,
She left, nectar sliznushi with lips,
I, in the office, twirling a piece of paper ...
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I once visited a store
With the name sonorous and desirable, - "Eros",
Hearing feedback from my male colleagues,
I also wanted zest.
Although, to tell you honestly, I have long,
Not only did not eat completely raisins,
But even before the rolls, let it sound funny,
There was nothing to think about!
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With the name sonorous and desirable, - "Eros",
Hearing feedback from my male colleagues,
I also wanted zest.
Although, to tell you honestly, I have long,
Not only did not eat completely raisins,
But even before the rolls, let it sound funny,
There was nothing to think about!
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Cooks and chefs,
Sometimes they create pairs
By love or need,
Relax everywhere!
On hand, at the stove,
Their hotties are hot,
At the cutting tables,
And at the boilers ...
Cooks and chefs,
Sometimes they create pairs ...
John Basmanov. Glutton and erotoman.
The municipal cafe “Strannik”, located in the city of Muholetsk, was known for its low prices and quite tolerable lunches. And now, in the cafe, they were just preparing for its distribution. But suddenly it turned out that the second ...
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Sometimes they create pairs
By love or need,
Relax everywhere!
On hand, at the stove,
Their hotties are hot,
At the cutting tables,
And at the boilers ...
Cooks and chefs,
Sometimes they create pairs ...
John Basmanov. Glutton and erotoman.
The municipal cafe “Strannik”, located in the city of Muholetsk, was known for its low prices and quite tolerable lunches. And now, in the cafe, they were just preparing for its distribution. But suddenly it turned out that the second ...
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I didn you hot the other day
Casually touching hand
My finger was looking for a hole
In the secluded area of the underbelly.
He moved the barrier of lace,
Performed with you pas de deux
I, by the eye of the lecherous husband,
Looked at your neckline.
Already broken clutch unnecessary,
What bound the chest,
And your groan, drawn out, strained,
He urged you to dive.
And I did it immediately,
Taking your fortress, aki tat,
Have you been true before
And she became - an ordinary fuck.
Before friend Deniska ...
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Casually touching hand
My finger was looking for a hole
In the secluded area of the underbelly.
He moved the barrier of lace,
Performed with you pas de deux
I, by the eye of the lecherous husband,
Looked at your neckline.
Already broken clutch unnecessary,
What bound the chest,
And your groan, drawn out, strained,
He urged you to dive.
And I did it immediately,
Taking your fortress, aki tat,
Have you been true before
And she became - an ordinary fuck.
Before friend Deniska ...
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Eternal memory of Corner - the leader of the amoral - punk - group "Orgasm Nostradamus." It was he who created, used by me, colorful poetic images of the chief physician Kitygin and the keeper Markel.
Introduction.
In a distant Russian town,
To the Siberian closer to cold
It was a modest hospital
He was the chief doctor Klytygin there.
As a mediocre mediocre,
He did not know how,
Therefore, it is logical
Burial of dead bodies.
They were taken from the hospital
In the coffins in the cemetery carried ...
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Introduction.
In a distant Russian town,
To the Siberian closer to cold
It was a modest hospital
He was the chief doctor Klytygin there.
As a mediocre mediocre,
He did not know how,
Therefore, it is logical
Burial of dead bodies.
They were taken from the hospital
In the coffins in the cemetery carried ...
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Ah, mother with a stroller, young, hot ...,
On two fingers little skirt, and nipples standing,
You walk through the streets, breathe fresh air,
Like a bun, you're sexually sexy.
Relaxing walk, along the paths along the park,
Pensioners on the benches, better not have a gift,
All will consider dedulki: legs, breast, kolgotochki,
Their glasses will increase your sweet ass.
You will please boys onanist acne,
Policemen, drivers, perverts sugary,
Everybody likes you on time, sex ...
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On two fingers little skirt, and nipples standing,
You walk through the streets, breathe fresh air,
Like a bun, you're sexually sexy.
Relaxing walk, along the paths along the park,
Pensioners on the benches, better not have a gift,
All will consider dedulki: legs, breast, kolgotochki,
Their glasses will increase your sweet ass.
You will please boys onanist acne,
Policemen, drivers, perverts sugary,
Everybody likes you on time, sex ...
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