Looking through the glass,
I show my shiny ass,
To the beautiful lass,
With blonde pubic hair.
She only sees,
The thing above my knees,
Which is as big as a bee,
That i use to pee.
I was horny,
When i was lonely,
As she was so sexy,
I want to make her happy.
It is an adventure,
That she must endure,
For the mighty pleasure,
That she will always treasure.
I was rob,
As she bang me with a mop,
And my bee was chopped,
But it was a good hand job.
She was a tasty woman,
Just like Japanese ramen,
I was in heaven,
That's why i say Amen...
(from the best of Billy Lim, Joe Tam,Mac Lee and Sam Ooi.)
A GOOD HAND JOB
Monday, September 7, 2009
friends forevea
To be in love,
Is a big vow,
Staying together and never move,
Least of all now.
So I fell for her,
And I even call her my girl,
She was my cosy fur,
Where I lay and curl.
But I have to ask you,
Ever love without holding back,
And out of the blue,
She told you to pack.
It is like running into a wall,
Losing breath and losing blood,
Reducing to not a crawl,
Treated more like dirt.
Of all those times we have been,
Of all those things we have seen,
How could she still be so mean,
Like without her I would be fine.
I can't remember how many tears I shed,
While i lay in the dark on my bed,
To you I was like dead,
Or that we had never met.
I can still remember your eyes,
But i never knew then that the dice,
Had already been thrown thrice,
Resulting your treatment of ice.
I still love you,
My love still new,
And as pure as dew,
With my head manning its crew.
Look into my eyes,
Touch my heart,
My love for you still won't suffice,
As it is still a bud.
But it will flourish,
If you don't banish,
And make me famish,
Of our friendship.
Is a big vow,
Staying together and never move,
Least of all now.
So I fell for her,
And I even call her my girl,
She was my cosy fur,
Where I lay and curl.
But I have to ask you,
Ever love without holding back,
And out of the blue,
She told you to pack.
It is like running into a wall,
Losing breath and losing blood,
Reducing to not a crawl,
Treated more like dirt.
Of all those times we have been,
Of all those things we have seen,
How could she still be so mean,
Like without her I would be fine.
I can't remember how many tears I shed,
While i lay in the dark on my bed,
To you I was like dead,
Or that we had never met.
I can still remember your eyes,
But i never knew then that the dice,
Had already been thrown thrice,
Resulting your treatment of ice.
I still love you,
My love still new,
And as pure as dew,
With my head manning its crew.
Look into my eyes,
Touch my heart,
My love for you still won't suffice,
As it is still a bud.
But it will flourish,
If you don't banish,
And make me famish,
Of our friendship.
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