Thursday, August 7, 2008

A beer making poem for Justin

Oh my Justin
We sit here
On this couch of love
Talking, joking, smiling
doing things that many boys do
this is making beer

The aroma of beer making products
fills my sexually aroused nostrils
like a lion in heat
Oh sweet beer
Oh elixir of love
TAKE ME! TAKE ME NOW!
Take me to the woman of my dreams
and give her your sexual power

I know pull myself out of this dream
And realize that Justin is watching me
Seeing my hard, firm, hypnotic gaze
I feel odd
out of place
I need to make more beer.

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