You Wouldn't Believe What I Didn't Write.  

rm_leroyboyx 56M
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3/3/2005 11:57 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

You Wouldn't Believe What I Didn't Write.

I don't know you, so what do I do?
Send an email, sure to scare you.
Send you a letter bound to confuse.
Feel guilty after and say, hey, excuse me.
I'm a long grown man. I know what I like.
You wouldn't believe what I didn't write.

But this is a poem and it's my dime.
If it takes a little longer, I'll buy more time.
I'll lift your dress, lay it your back.
Pull the panties to the side and lick your crack.
I know it's hot. I bet it's tite.
You wouldn't believe what I didn't write.

You wouldn't believe what I wanted to say.
I'm surprised I didn't say it any old way.
It was all about that thing in the middle.
How I'd push it around, suck it and twiddle.
It was all about climbing your butt.
I said, "Here comes the Lunar Lander." You said "What?"
Itty-bitty, pretty titty baby bites.
You wouldn't believe what I didn't write.


Here comes the finale. Let's head for the hills
but not come down like Jack and Jill.
Put this poem in your box, hide it in your attic.
Don't put it near the monitor for fear of static.
Go fuck Mr. Manners if you want polite.
You wouldn't believe what I didn't write.



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