Monday, 7 July 2014

The Stroke

He comes with a silver spoon
To scoop de seed of dignity
Wish I could say he is the devil in a white gown but he is actually an angel in his perfect outfit

I saw him walk towards ma bed
I wanted it but for the pain
He rubbed my back gently and said ' don't worry you'll be fine.

The first stroke into me and I let out a loud cry
He said, 'sorry' I will be gentle

And then another stroke then
He pulled out gently
I could feel the pain but didnt resist

Spitting juices into me
I moaned, and groaned
After several strokes in and out of me
He rubbed my back gently till I fell asleep

How I hate falling sick cuz Dr Ben won't spare me de syringe

The Stroke

He comes with a silver spoon
To scoop de seed of dignity
Wish I could say he is the devil in a white gown but he is actually an angel in his perfect outfit

I saw him walk towards ma bed
I wanted it but for the pain
He rubbed my back gently and said ' don't worry you'll be fine.

The first stroke into me and I let out a loud cry
He said, 'sorry' I will be gentle

And then another stroke then
He pulled out gently
I could feel the pain but didnt resist

Spitting juices into me
I moaned, and groaned
After several strokes in and out of me
He rubbed my back gently till I fell asleep

How I hate falling sick cuz Dr Ben won't spare me de syringe