Забавные пошлости | страница 12



                                                                            идёт,
                           И тем
                                            их надежды
                                                                        разбила.
                           Конец
                                            язычком
                                                              к нёбу прижав,
                            Аппетитно
                                                 губами
                                                                 причмокивая,
                            Ляжки мои
                                                       руками
                                                                              обняв,
                            Дрожит 
                                               от экстаза
                                                                       вся мокрая.
                            С каким
                                            наслажденьем
                                                                      обсосан был я,
                            А мужиками
                                                        я был бы
                                                                                распят,
                            За то что
                                                  в купе сейчас
                                                                                 у меня -
                            Сисястый,
                                                жопастый,
                                                                    товарищ Настя!
                            Я достаю
                                                   из широких
                                                                                штанин,
                            И гордость
                                                     искрится
                                                                              во взгляде,
                            Смотрите!
                                                  Завидуйте!
                                                                       Я – гражданин!
                            А конец мой
                                                          в губной
                                                                                   помаде!