A poem, dedicated to the art of shoe wanking.
I call it,
"Fapping in my Flip Flops"
I sit here watching Pay Per View
and Angelina Jolie is on the screen
I know now what I need to do
Shine my knob to a glossy sheen
She's bending over as we speak
and I nearly lose my mind
My knees are shaking, my heart is weak
Oh why is life so unkind.
I'm about to lose some bodily fluids
but my mind is in a tizzy
I really, really, want to do it
but I need a place for my Jizzy
Can't do it in a cup
Can't do it on the floor
Need to think quick
Cuz I just can't stop
I look behind the television
and lo and behold,
Its one of my wife's flip-flops
I grab it with haste
and release the hounds
and my smile just lights up the place
But I've awoken my wife
with my howling sounds
and she's about to bash my face.
They were here favorite flip flops
she's tries to tell me
but I just don't pay attention
Its 20 minutes later
Angelina is still on
And I gots me another erection.
That was for you, Robert.
