The Sanity of Sanitizing

The Sanity of Sanitizing

A Poem by TTBoy

This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

Two bottles

with an identical look

identical feel

one grabbed and squirted

in the dark

the smell of mango mandarin

as Mandingo quivered

she stung

as she was stung

although hung

he burned

she yearned

she added more

so she could take more

and when he could bore

no more

he spewed spore after spore

into that sore

forgetting to cover

her lover

it was heaven to discover

as the result oozed from her thighs

the lube was in tact

in the tube

they both were fully


Still inside her womb

Kenya again rose from the tomb

plunging time and again wih her cries

But they felt more than alright

until they began to lose sight

just how much they wanted to sanitize

Thank goodness for the extra bottle

that accidentally gave full throttle

some things you just shouldn’t do

in the dark

But seeing Mandingo

isn’t the same as taking the lingo

Something that big will make anybody


© 2010 TTBoy

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