Message to Bradley

Bradley, just fuck Christa, please,

Stop being such a tease.

She needs a proper seeing to;

You're the only one who'll do.

Bradley, just fuck Christa, please,

But with one stipulation:

I'd like to watch as you do and

Indulge in masturbation.

Together, you're actually annoying,

But physically both buff.

I'm sure Christa could handle both

Our members in her muff.

She can watch us getting sweaty

While we grind away.

If she's there, then what we do

Isn't really gay.

You could reach your hand around

And finger my bum.

I'll rub our schlongs off together

'Til we both shoot cum.

Bradley, forget Christa, please,

She's such an utter tease.

You need a proper seeing to;

I'm the only one who'll do.

Farewell, Anna

Anna, you're leaving;

This makes me sad.

(This poem you're reading

May make you glad.)

When you get upon that jet

I wish you all the best.

My regret? That I won't get

To motorboat your chest.

I would've liked a tit wank

From your majestic mother lodes.

You could give my arse a spank

While my load goes up your nose.

This is a marvellous story!

During my morning shower

It made me really horny.

I came with massive power

From my morning glory.

Anyway, to you: good luck,

Which obviously rhymes with 'fuck'.

But I am not so crude

As to say something so rude.

Sod it: come back as I'm in the mood

For a seedy titty-fuck!