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Poetry By: Indie Skreet

Tags: Sex, Fun, Men, Phone


Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 94    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

No dear, don't think you're strange

But not my expertise,

Yes I have a wide range

But that's not in my fees.

Yes bra size unbelievable,

I'm first to admit that,

Surprising what's achievable

When you're paying for a chat.

You like satin and lace?

Well that's a stroke of luck;

You want to do what on my face?

Okay, may have to duck!

Of course I have handcuffs;

Whips? Yes I've a few,

I also have earmuffs

And bandages too!

You want me to play mother

And smack you on the bum?

But I'm undercover

And am actually one!

What can I suggest?

Perhaps another line?

You wanted the best?

Well 'I' think I've done fine.

Of course this not my first call!

I don't sound very dirty?

Well I'm hygienic and all,

So no need to get shirty!

Okay I'll come clean then

Since we're talking grime,

I abhor fucking men

And you're out of time!


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