Three months into college,
Sat proud in philosophy.
Had picked the very panties
My professor was wearing,
Pink thongs, of course, no brainer –
Had my choice after I fucked her.
She opened her legs on our cue –
A checksum at odds with decorum.
If this clogs you in disbelieve,
Your toes are not yet even wet.
O’ I dare not tell of my cock
Being all the way up her buttock.
And if yet even further, you’re now stuck,
Never could I sell the best part of all.
On the phone with her husband, this elite –
shit on my balls in the bar down the street.
