I have your Naughtycakes...

Hmm... alright.

The sickest little things keep be going in between.

And you know, I've been thinking about a tattoo, but I'd like it to be somewhere else. And something classy. It will be a challenge.

Your poem will not free the Cakes. So sorry.

Your ass will not free my mind. I am good with this.
 
Ms cakes and her cunt must be free
they can't be tied to the mundane
they are here to entertain....to enlighten
to thrill us
They capture us, they can never be contained
not even by a saint.
 
he took her away that awful
Pete
and we gnash our teeth

but is it in defeat?

or has this been no mean feat

to take the Cake and perhaps, eat her, too?
 
Look, people, I am not talking about some half assed effort here. A few words does not a Cake Poem make.

I am going to play with her titties. Back in a few.
 
Look, people, I am not talking about some half assed effort here. A few words does not a Cake Poem make.

I am going to play with her titties. Back in a few.

damn you!!

I should have offered to give you a blowjob!!
 
Here cuz i am horny

GIRL SMELL

That sweet smell...
you know the one made up of girl sweat
late nights, alcohol and smoke

That sweet smell...
you know the one that happens after an hour
or two, of kissing, touching, rubbing

That sweet smell...
remember, it's that scent of lust,
dark and earthy, musky, tight

That sweet smell...
lust and sex, need and want, juicy
warm flesh, hot air, and you
 
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