Oh, Martha, my dear:It wasn't Norwegian wood you stroked
Into erection;
Oh, no, it was the finger flick
I loved,
As we found ourselves coming together...Come
Together, baby.
Apple brought us the tunes,
And, we listened to the re-mastered ones
As we delved into our Co-Ed-masturbatory
Stasis, Ahhh, the naked body
Of you, gleaming in Summer sweat,
You Bet!
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Never will I say to you, you've got to hide your love away,
Because, when I'm sixty-four,
We'll still be doin'
Sixty-Nine, Honey-pie.
[I'm so into the Revolution of our Love,
Love, Love.]
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So, Let it be,
as I cram myself into your swollen
cunt, no longer a nowhere man.
It's always a hard days night, so hard, honey,
So hard, an' good,
an' getting ready to burst, for the benefit of Mister Kite...
..Your ass is lifted upon a trampoline...
Our show tonight
has commenced!
**
Billy Shears, says hi!
****
When we make love
It's like licking the Beatles!
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`x~Abe's Heart.
8 comments:
Bellissimo il tuo blog.. bellissimo
Antonella~~You are beautiful, as well. Thank you, for your kind comment.
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very lovely wood.
Love the line 'no longer a nowhere man' in it's context.
Nice to meet you, and share the sugasm with you this week :)
Loved this piece... just wonderful.
Sex Letters~~Welcome & enjoy. Thanks for the kind words.
Miss Honey~~This was a fun one..dashed it off in minutes..thanks!
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I tell you Aquarius WOW
Jotwice~~Thanks. I'm a Beatles fan too!
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