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Bankok Bar

Bankok bar,
Sticky hot.
Smell of spice,
Like a lot.
Woke at twelve,
Bite to eat.
Dress right down
To cool the heat.
Down the beach,
Bikini girls.
Slender thighs,
Long blonde curls.
Pert and tight,
Heaving breast.
What a place
For yearly rest.
Clear blue skies,
Crystal sea.
A make me horny
Guarantee.
Big downpour,
This afternoon.
Almost season,
For monsoon.
Rain drops on bosom,
Trace with my eyes.
Runs down the stomach,
To those gorgeous thighs.
Damn I’m hot,
And it’s cool in here.
Another baht,
Another beer.
Go to the ringside,
Watch a fight.
Walk back to bar
On balmy night.
Testosterone,
Through my pressure veins
Left behind
My precious brains.
Big brown eyes,
They’re teasing me.
Tiny dress,
Above the knee.
Biting lip,
Butterflies.
Horny thoughts,
Flutter by.
Brown eyes fix,
Hold my stare.
Testosterone
Starts to prepare.
Long time lover.
Damn! I’m hot.
Smell of sex,
Like a lot.
Knows my needs,
My desire.
Makes me hard,
Lights my fire.
Spinning head,
Beer and heat.
Words unsaid,
Sticky sweet.
Empty wallet,
Empty bed.
Memories
Best left unsaid.
Kicked out of bed
At twelve o clock.
When I discovered,
Balls and cock!
Tue, 9 Oct 2007 06:48 pm
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Pete Crompton

he Darren dont knock it till ya tried it !

Thailand would be too hot for me

:-)


another fun piece of Darren out on the town, we must read our two he she together!
Thu, 11 Oct 2007 02:03 am
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