My Maggie's Rhymes
My Maggie has such honeyed lips
and such lovely eyes in bed
reality slips my slippery grip
to trip lightly from my head.
Her smile cares not for good repute
as she poses in positions
that bid me stray from virtue's route
to set course for sweet perdition.
Her body is gifted curves and bits
that make her sweetly buxom.
And though Meg's ‘bits' must rhyme with ‘tits',
who guessed buxom Meg's so fucksome?
poem by Red O'Mara
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