Part 1 is here, Part 2 can be found here and part 3 is right here. Oh and here is part 4…
It’s best to read those first if you like poems and such about fat people shagging in space. Yes I know that’s not a real thing but its just a bit of fun. Use your imagination. 🙂
Time advances, desire, smoulders where once was fire
and our couple are settled, content
And theyre into a groove, life, careers on the move
at they end of their day both feel spent
And they slip into bed, where once passions burned red
a nice book, cup of tea, striped pj’s
And he turns, to suggest, and caresses her breast
but alas now asleep, snores away
And he gives her a nudge says “I ain’t packed your fudge,
sixty nined or devoured you for weeks.
Ive not sampled your breasts dumped my load on your chest
left hand marks on your plump bottom cheeks”
She insists thats it’s fine, they’ve just not had the time
but tomorrow for sure, it’s a date
so he lies in the dark seems they’ve just lost their spark
rubs one out as he just cannot wait
Then he ponders their lot, wonders how they’ve forgot
the wild nights here on earth and in space
and he vows to do better, make his heart’s true love wetter
falls asleep as he caresses her face
So, you never stop to surprise me. 😀
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Ill take that as a compliment lol
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So sweet.
LOL!
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