The J.O.Y.

As you lay in bed
Your arms around her hip
The sweat from your brow sheds
Upon her face to provide
The wanting the giving taste of passion

You catch her eye, and as your breath
Forgets it's place, your heart goes off
The edge.

Dancing nerves, rushing blood, and rising
Tides collide as your palm gently
Caresses her thigh

The eyes of a lover close in
Acceptance and the teeth indulge
To the point of a bleeding bottom lip

And as you clutch her body and
Prepare to shatter the boundaries of
Emotion and time, you feel a sudden pain
In your side and realize
She has a bigger dick than you

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St.Patty's Day

The vampiric nourishing of Irish blood
Has thrown you aside.
While Murphy fights the O'Men of Ireland
Your feeding the stone
On this, St. Patty's Day

O'blood will flow and stones will fly
The passing of a fibbers tale,
And to think such a small O'thought
could have stopped this massive O'f**k
On this, St. Patty's Day

I encourage you to drink a pint
Of that O'virgin blood
For tomorrow's regret could be tonight's luck
From the luck of the O'Men
On this, St. Patty's Day

first one made me lol, good stuff