Open Poem to Kel

Bloody wankers, grasp thy wrinkled balls and squeeze its grapefruitness.  Behold my newly reevaluated dart board.  A target so rare, once it appears, thumbnails are blown up into 1080hd.  When I look upon my future misses, I see a scrubby skank, nasty to the core, yet so delightfully delicious.  

Spank my bloody monkey and call it Kush!  Legs go high, You dirty whore!  Bestiality may be looked down upon, but this is one Kitten5533, pic short from being bad.  As she is incredibly bad, ultra bad girl.  Roar loudly, as I picture myself slapping dat ass. 

I go long and hard, with my animal thinking thoughts.  I want she to be my Jane, and I her tiger.  Maryjane lights, even though she's not a sparker.  A cloud leaves my lungs, skies get darker. The rain begins to fall, she seeks cover.  Umbrella is ignored, because I seek rubber. Kelly you are savory delight.  When the day comes you climb from a top your pedestal cum seat on this pipe. My dear kel, so long have you been gone, that now I've cum to see the light!

Simon Dingles
Naughty thoughts keep my hands occupied from paying bills and holding my wife!