A/N: This is one of the weirdest poems I have ever read. I don't write
poetry, I write stories so you must forgive me. This was written using
Barnes & Noble word magnets. Ever see them? They usually have a metal
stand of them with all the word magnets stuck to a side? So that's where
they are from and those are the words we had to work with. This isn't
really a Harry Potter fic, or a fic of any kind, just some fun sexual
escapades. And I already know that the formatting is all screwed up but I
don't know how to fix it and believe me, I've tried.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone your mind puts in this fic.
From His Rod a poem by Danielle and Danielle, factory of explicit sexual
content
His
Delicious
Full
Smooth
Slick
Enormous
Shaft
Needs
To convulse and
Rub
Glisten
Grind
Mount
And
Urge his cream inside my thighs
Slowly
Languidly.
Ok, so yeah. Review!