Lucifers thicc cheeks
I wake up in hell
Where the churches bells dont yell
I am very meek and sleek
And then i see
Big muscular red cheeks
Damn they thick
As thick as chowder
They could probably crush me to powder
Them cheecks so thick their clapping always gets louder
Firey flame
My horniness is to blame
No wonder im in hell
Im in blunder
On those firey cheeks
They could keep me entertained for weeks
Im not a fine lad
Im just really down bad.
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Ur mom.
Her skin so delicate
I contemplate.
She has children.
A big mistake..
But shes a milf.
I could be the dilf...
Your mother fine as hell
Im not very well.
Im mesmerized by ur mom.
She rlly got it going on
Them cheecks soft as clay
She really slays.no im not doing green.
Dont be so mean.
Ur a green bean.
I got sued for making lean.
Will ur mom still love me?
My heart flutters like a dove when i see ur mom.
In conclusion, she fine as hell.
Them cheecks got enough bread to sell.
(Im very sorry you had to read this.)
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Poetrysome poems are for the funne some poems are for the sad and not so funne some poems ryhme, some poems dont. some poems are serious and some poems are just for the dote.
