Counting Down The Days
Oh my gosh, it's getting near!
Oh my gosh, what will I wear?
Nothing too expensive,
He's promised he will tear.
Oh my gosh, my head is mush.
How come now I feel so rushed?
Tomorrow I will do more squats,
To impress him with my juicy tush.
OK, toothbrush, that's for sure,
Sexy lingerie, is sure to lure.
I need to do more cardio,
Make sure I can endure.
OK yes, kegals, they always do the trick.
When I put the squeeze on his dick,
He'll for sure be at my mercy.
Hmmm, don't want him cumming all that quick.
Shit, I can't sleep, I can't eat,
My pants are falling off me.
At the rate I'm going,
I'll be wearing my size three.
OK, shave my legs and shave my pits,
Leave the pussy sweet and thick.
That's the way he likes it,
So the pussy gets no schick.
I'm forgetting something.
It's the most important thing to bring.
It's my heart, my love, my life!!
Gosh! I'm such a silly ding.
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