Way back in "92

We were always horny

And sexually blue

Our hormones flowed.

My pussy was on fire.

Raged by craving need,

Hot sex and pure desire.

I never begged for seed,

It was always there.

Your big beautiful cock,

Always mine to worship, 

Suck, fuck and breed.

With red hotlips of fire,

I was your little dirty girl, 

Forever in need,

With flaming desire.

On that very important day,

We sat in Sunday church.

I was so proper and prim,

And so very well dressed.

But little did they know, 

I was a totally possessed,

And your church going whore.

As if he knew,

The preacher focused on me.

With threats of damnation.

While staring at me.

Spitting as he spoke.

Those searing words.

Of eternal damnation. 

Wash my sins away,

Or it's a hot burning hell.

After his sermon that day,

We silently laughed.

Like I was devil possesed, 

I asked him to marry us,

On this very special day.

The short wedding was over

He finally got to the part, 

Where you may "kiss the bride"...

Surely possessed and for all to hear,

I leaned foward and whispered,

"I'm your legal bitch now"

"I'm your dirty little whore"

"Let's go baby I want to fuck"

"Let's go fuck at the devils door"

Openly we laughed,

And ran quickly away. 

With the redlines smoking,

Like his hot burning hell,

Our journey now began.

Your GTO 389 roared to life,

With four on the floor,  

You shifted the gears.

When the redlines gripped, 

The GTO thundered and roared.

The triple 389 came to life. 

Now pointed due east. 

We blasted through night.

Towards darkness we flew.

With not a care or fright,

We were now headed  

To the devil's door....

When suddenly appeared, 

A motel we never knew.

With it's name as such, 

Apparently well known, 

For swallowing cock,

Or Cum loving lust.

As if still possessed,

And without a clue, 

We checked in

To the Blue Swallow Inn.

Throughout that night,

We fucked and sucked.

With the lights on, 

And curtains ajar.

Entertainment for all.

We simply didn't care. 

This was the devil's door.

Time has long sense past.

It appears they never forgot.

We had left the memory. 

Of our wedding night.

Where we fucked, 

For all to watch,

At the devil's door.

I have now seen the light.

Oh ,,,,,,My God !!!

The Blue Swallow Inn

Is still there.

No longer possessed,

I now pray and hope,

Those thin walls,

And mirrors can't speak.

For if they do, 

The world will know and say,

I was a dirty little whore

On that very important day.

Happy Anniversary baby!!!!!!

Carolyn