Last year, for World Poetry Day, I wrote a poem about my adventures at Eroticon. Tonight, everyone is talking about blow jobs on Twitter, so I’m turning my hand to writing blow job poetry as an ode to both the delight of sucking dick and the filthy mindedness of my friends.
Tag: attempts at poetry
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Scrambled eggs
Today I have some this-might-actually-be filthy poetry for y’all, featuring scrambled eggs, unshaved legs, and some memories of past fucks.

