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Down Her Leg a prurient poem
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Archive-name: down-her-leg
(Good effort, Tom, but here's the work of a true master of erotic
poetry.)
My Love For Her Runs Down Her Leg.
by Jeff Vogel
my love for her runs down her leg
she told me once, you see
"I'll know the man I love when he
ejaculates on me"
"your come in my hair soon will be
better than creme rinse
but do not hit my eyes or else
in pain I'll surely wince"
"but love I said" with eyes so wide
"your desire i must scorn
for this is like a scene out of
a movie filled with porn"
and with a laugh she grabbed my prong
and yanked it really hard
i let out a yell i'm sure
my kids heard in the yard
and though i am now forever
from the PTA barred
Whenever I'm near her, I come like a firehose.
It's gross, but that's life, pard.
- Jeff Vogel
Copyright 1993
All rights reserved
No public readings of
this poem without prior
written permission of the poet.
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