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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It will be clear I am no poet or linguist but was a little bored and created a little ditty.
Let me know what you think; here goes:
Now this is a story, all about how.
My sex life got exciting, thanks to fabswinger town.
I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there.
I’ll tell you how I love to get my skin bare.
Online with Fabs, my horn level raised,
In the forums is where I spend most of my days.
Postin’, pervin’, relaxing all cool,
Dreamin’ of some naughtiness, against a wall.
But I have a little fantasy of gettin’ up to no good,
With a sexy lady or couple, in my neighbourhood.
I’ve been let down before and even got scared,
But I’m not givin’ up, even though I’ve despaired!
I’ve messaged n’ winked profiles, day after day.
But they pack my suit case and send me on my way.
They sometimes give me a kiss or just a polite no.
But I’m thinking to myself ‘Damn, you make my cock grow!’
First off yo, this is bad,
Wants the difference between me and another lad?
I put in an effort and can communicate,
So come on, message me - yo, don’t be late!
I can whistle for a cab, or you can come here.
A coffee, a meal or a nice cold beer.
If anything I could say, if a meet’s up for grabs,
I hope to find it here, on the website of fabs.
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I read it in the fresh Prince way it should be read.
Challenge on?
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