Post by Nicholas Carson on Feb 15, 2012 18:41:49 GMT -5
Nicholas Carson, dressed in a Slow Poke Pokemon suit, knocks on the door bearing the name of Kahlan Clarkson. She answers, gives a roll of the eyes, and tries to shut the door but Carson blocks her attempt.
"I have a poem for you."
He smiles sheepishly then clears his throat.
"Bitch you is fine.
Dat ass is divine.
It's finer than wine.
Got flawless design.
Bitch you is fine.
Dat smile is benign.
Yo teeth got some shine.
Ima take you to dine.
Bitch you is fine.
You is at least a 9.
Ima make you a sign.
Dat reads, "Bitch, please be mine."
Bitch you is fine.
Them stars are aligned.
So I think it is time.
Bitch, be my valentine."
Without warning, nor seeking her approval, Nicky rams his tongue down her throat with a kiss.
EOT.
"I have a poem for you."
He smiles sheepishly then clears his throat.
"Bitch you is fine.
Dat ass is divine.
It's finer than wine.
Got flawless design.
Bitch you is fine.
Dat smile is benign.
Yo teeth got some shine.
Ima take you to dine.
Bitch you is fine.
You is at least a 9.
Ima make you a sign.
Dat reads, "Bitch, please be mine."
Bitch you is fine.
Them stars are aligned.
So I think it is time.
Bitch, be my valentine."
Without warning, nor seeking her approval, Nicky rams his tongue down her throat with a kiss.
EOT.
