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JoeT2000 -> Hypochondriac Nymphomaniac (4/6/2006 2:57:32 PM)
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A poem I put together after one particular submissive (not on here) always used to tell me, in great detail, when I asked "how are you today"... thought I'd share.
Dear Sir I would accomodate
As I slip naked from my coat
But my agranulocytosis
Means I do not give deep throat
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Don't think that I ignore you
I would love to hear your voice
But chronic labyrinthitis
Means I do not have much choice
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Its not that I am lazy
When you see me afk
Just this awful narcolepsy
Means I sleep most of the day
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Oh yes my heavy breathing
Is not quite what you think
Its a pulmonary oedema
But don't let your ardour sink
*
While I'd love to kneel before you
And you know I wish to please
My myasthenia gravis
Means I cannot bend my knees
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I know you would caress me
Run your fingers through my hair
But lupus erythematosus
Mean's I've very little there
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Oh feel my heart beat wildly
Deep within my breast
I'm afraid angina pectoris
Has shown up in the test
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I would offer you my bottom
If anal is your sin
But profound cholecystitis
Means I suffer chronic wind
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Why yes oh dearest Master
My pussy's ripe and large
Its non specific urethritis
and not wetness but discharge
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Thrombocytopaenia
Causes my bleeding nose
But if still you want to take me
I suggest you fuck my toes
Joe
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