henry0reilly
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- Jan 19, 2003
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not only still seeing her but wrote her a poem. It's not all that great as poetry. She wants me to try to track down her birth certificate for her. I strongly suspect it's an invented name, perhaps in an attempt to get a false ID. She seems to think that maybe the woman she has been calling mother all these years may in fact, be her Grandmother. Anyone reading this from near Tunica, Mississippi, please email me direct, henryreilly@netscape.net
I steal a line from the immortal bard,
Would not a rose, by any other name smell as sweet?
My Sugar isn’t even sure what her name is,
Sally Jean, Helen May, Sills, Mills, Jones,
Who cares? Not I.
I love to bury my face in her hair pie.
And when her screams of ecstasy subside,
I slide my manhood gently inside,
I ride her ‘til she screams again,
And we both explode in a flurry of passion.
2218 31Jan03
As I said, not all that great a poem but there it is. She finally got me to say that I loved her by not putting out tonight. Go figure.
Henry
I steal a line from the immortal bard,
Would not a rose, by any other name smell as sweet?
My Sugar isn’t even sure what her name is,
Sally Jean, Helen May, Sills, Mills, Jones,
Who cares? Not I.
I love to bury my face in her hair pie.
And when her screams of ecstasy subside,
I slide my manhood gently inside,
I ride her ‘til she screams again,
And we both explode in a flurry of passion.
2218 31Jan03
As I said, not all that great a poem but there it is. She finally got me to say that I loved her by not putting out tonight. Go figure.
Henry