Friday

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Fridays are frisky,
Fridays are fun,
The brakes can come off
Now the weekend’s begun.

Let’s go on the razzle,
Let’s party all night,
Behaving so badly –
We’re trouble alright!

We’ll try something different,
We’ll do something new…
I’ve got it my lover,
How’s this sound to you?

With red wine a flowing
We’ll toast “bottoms up!”
Then I’ll drink my fill
from your cute furry cup.

I know it’s quite naughty
…I don’t give a fuck!
They’re a liberal crowd
Down the old Dog and Duck.

So no wearing knickers,
No panties or thong
Stockings and basque –
Ooh! This is so wrong!

Dress up to the nines,
Let’s give them a show
You open your legs
And down I will go.

Lay back my sex kitten
And close your sweet eyes,
I’ll dribble the Shiraz
Whilst kissing your thighs.

I’ll pour that rich redness
Right into your crack,
Sucking and slurping,
And knocking it back.

Licking and lapping,
I can’t get enough,
of your sweet delicious,
red wine flavoured muff.

I savour the taste,
as the crowd gathers round.
Watching my tongue,
dip deep into your mound.

You lean back and smile,
as you squeeze your full breasts.
We put on one hell of a show
for our guests.

The watchers are touching,
they can’t be refrained.
A passion exuding
that can’t be contained.

An orgy ensues,
everybody joins in.
There’s sucking and fucking
and all sorts of sin.

There’s flesh all on show.
There’s no holds being barred.
The pussy’s are wet,
and the cocks are so hard.

The juices are flowing
and it’s all the fault,
of sweet Saucymh
and a knight who is Alt.

Published 10 years ago

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