Oct 19 2005
Man-Paste
Man-Paste
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
[Note: This poem was created with words considered to be most hated by the poets of Literotica]
Sausage, bubbling with
Maggots and Man-Paste,
Squishes between my toes
As my throbbing manhood drips
Phlegm.
Dysentery flies like burning love,
An azure ooze dribbles: plop.
Lickety ooze, anyways.
I feltch pre-cum.
Schaedenfreude.
this is one of the most literotic things I’ve ever read. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with chopping wood during a good dive into a nice warm leathery edition of Balzac.