Very Bad Poetry

I do tend to.
What you would do.
Therein my soul fit.
Cavity vaccum empty vessel contained liken happenstance is me.
But I do deserve your total disrespect.
Paid my ticket per pound price.
My lovers my erstwhile ladies so wet so dark.
While you have my opoligies.
Would that I could be.
Be wet with you tonight.
Pushing your tits together face in between.
Tongue sliding down to your navel.
Circular, circular my tongue goes.
Down, down touch of ruff hesitating.
Thighs wide spreading your lips.
Metallic your taste your sudden breath.
Hands own nipples tongue your taste.
Babe?
My opoligies sweet pea.
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bobby

note; is my opology accepted?
Good baby.
Not that I would ever know mind you but I'll bet Emily Reeve would taste good with a nice white wine.

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: