He laid her on the table
So white, clean and bare
his forehead wet with heads of sweat,
he rubbed her, here and there.
he touched her neck and then her breast,
and then drooling, felt her thigh
the slit was wet and all was set
He gave a joyous cry
the hole was wide..he looked inside
all was dark and murky
he rubs his hands and strethed out his arms.
And then he stuffed the turkey
May be i be the first to wish you Happy Thanksgiving
What were you thinking?Shame of you !
Thanksgiving
© Copyright: Антонина Тесленко, 2001
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