Poem About Shakes
I am fealing sick… and Shakes and Danny hung out with me today. I made up a little poem about Shakes and he liked it, so I’m posting it here. Love ya bro.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You’ll listen to Shakes,
If you know what’s good for you.
His lips are quite soft,
But his hand can be hard.
If it pummels your bum,
It’ll be bright red marred.
He wants you to write,
And if you do not,
Out of your body,
He’ll beat the snot.
Danny’s his slave,
Knelt down on the floor.
He’ll take quite a beating,
And then ask for more.
He’s smart and he’s sexy,
And handsome for sure.
His gaze melts my heart,
I wanna be his whore.
Sometimes I do wish,
That I’m knelt at his feet.
Looking up at his face,
And licking his meat.
Anyway… I may be more out of it then I thought, but cool poem, huh?
OMGosh! I’m not sure I’ve ever had a poem written about me before quite like that … and goodness… that one was very … ummmm…. he he he he….
I love you bro! No matter what!
Hope you get feeling better soon!
Love ya bro, I hope you feel better today.