The girl next doorA Poem by SorenI was four when the girl next door taught me how to kiss She was older and a little bolder, she didn't aim to miss The little wenchy gave me a frenchy, tongue drilling for oil Being a little bloke I started to choke and her passion it did foil I thought it crass that she grabbed my a*s and gave me a lift I started to wheeze and then to sneeze, a green booger was her gift © 2026 SorenReviews
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