© 2009 Roger the Lodger
In a dream of women’s thighs:
In a dream of women’s thighs
No ceilings there; no walls around
The bums of ladies fill the skies
And quims fly past without a sound
Ballooning skirts of coloured stuffs
Float in on nice and bawdy airs
The cunts all showing off their muffs
The buttocks how they part in pairs.
04 Nov
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