Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Birthday Blow Job

Five years ago, I fell for a punk
Twenty-three years old and mildly drunk
He says he saw my ass from across the room
Mom never told me tight jeans would lead to my doom

We played pool and watched a bar fight
I took him home and we fucked that same night
I got off more than once before that punk came
It wasn’t even awkward when he didn’t know my name

Now he’s full-grown, twenty-nine today
The punk’s alive and well, and I’m sure he’s here to stay
The man is sexier each year as this day passes
My heart beats ever faster as my yoni he thankfully thrashes

I hope today on his birthday he’s happy
Content with the gifts that are painfully sappy
We won’t fuck because I’m on the rag
But I’ll deep throat his cock till I gag

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