So You Might Say
Illicit, so you say. Well I’ll have to think on that a while.
Maybe later though, after I smoke this next bowl.
The wife will be home soon and my time is tight;
The neighbor is on her way for some afternoon delight.
Have everything ready, my instructions are clear,
Lunch time has started so they will both be near
Through the back door she bounds with such glee,
Her clothes on the floor, she is ready for me
Blindfolded and strapped to our four poster bed,
We’ve done this before, so there is nothing to dread
Now where are my nipple clamps and how about that lube,
My wife is here now and obviously in the mood.
A flat-handed slap on their raised bare asses,
Will certainly get things going fastest.
Now what were you saying? Some question you raised,
I’ve only a moment, but your fears I can allay.
Illicit your concern, but oh how could that be;
We’re all three cousins, so it’s strictly family.
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