Meatmen - Kisses in the Sunset

Oh my pet, my pet, your eyes are like two limpid pools of 10W40. Your skin is like rich Corinthian leather. Your lips are like two night crawlers making love in a pink bog, and your bush, your glorious gravy boat feels like crushed valuer, your breasts are like two mounds of Hagen-Daas French Vanilla ice cream. How I long to plunge head long into your flaming pit of desire driving, pounding, thrusting, sweating, stinking, humping, forcing myself on you like a Spanish stallion in the throws of a sexual feeding frenzy. Oh, my love kitten I long to thrust your face with my manhood wedging, fudging, we are as one come to me, with me as we savor our kisses in the sunset.

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• Meatmen
• Kisses
• in
• the
• Sunset
• War
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• Superbikes

[Driftfromcenter]

Absolutely the most riveting love song ever recorded.

[shanmonster]

Not valuer, velour. ;)



[MrDarklurkker]

not pink bog..peat bog..not thrust your face...frost your face..otherwise right on !!



[SkipShawn]

Not thrust...frost. ;-)

I still have a primo copy of the translucent LP.