Very Bad Archive
Olympics, well,,, well what?
Robert Hawkins
We get home alive.
Her place.
Couldn't find mine.
Most of my clothes off. Before I got to the door.
To be fair I did some stripping of my own.
On the bed with nothing on.
She feels so good.
Excuse me if I linger here.
That little tattoo beween her breasts.
I lick till I feel that tattoo on my tongue.
Tracing the bottom,
Of your breast to its terminal your nipple.
Again I linger.
What the hell I'm human.
Tootise roll jelly roll sweet pea.
Dangle it before me.
Nipples will become a endangered spices and,
You know the species of which you own two.
Dream about me.
You can only do so much with plastic.
Bobby,,he is the real thing.
Anyone that think a woman can't be launched to excape velosity.
In the direction of pure Bobby.
Perhaps even of you know who?
Your backed up babe.
Let Doctor Bobby take care of you.
Honey baby pie.
You have someone in mind?
Then you sure as hell don't need me.
Also I have taste.
Besides if I come up for air.
Trust me babe, you will still be happy.
What is that saying?
"Between her thighs her beauty lies."
Why do you think they named.
Bobby.
The gold medal in whatever he damn wants.
Screw the rest of the world.
(LOL)
bobby
Note;
Can you dig it?
Then again.
Who the fuck cares bout you.
... VBP, and bobby
Take a poll, VBP which woman needs most to be pleased?
I am the doctor of,,
since your not a woman,
Screw you.
Not dudes with constipation.
(LOL) bobby
Steve Wakeling fuck you.
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: