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The noodles
Squiggle and squirm Covered in olive oil Making them slick Watching them makes me think Of two lovers fucking Covered in babyoil Or something of similar slipperiness The lovers slipping and sliding Against each other Screwing each others brains out And the noises they would make! The noises, sighing and whispered words To grunting and groaning to growling and bellowing All in pleasure of course Til finally they scream as they cum and cum They cum so much it might as well be considered Oodles of cumming And there.. I am back to the noodles... The noodles for my dinner Plain ole boring noodles Unless you look at them just right. This poem is ode to a conversation that took place in chat.. I have reposted it here for the enjoyment of others
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