The Luck of the Irish
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
Okay, today will be the day I will have extra luck.
I will ask Blair if he would like to fuck.
They talk about the luck of the Irish, well I need it now.
When I am done, I want Blair to say, "Wow".
I want him to be at a loss for words as never before.
I want to make him cum, deep down to his very core.
He will want me as much as I want him.
And all I will hear are his panted screams of "Jim".
What a great way to celebrate this St. Patrick's Day.
Let me go over it once more, I need to know what to say
It has to be perfect, it has to be grand.
I want to drill him so hard he will not be able to stand.
So let me go for now and put on only something green.
And I will be naked, so you know what I mean.
And if you don't, let me give you a hint.
My body will be painted, in a nice green tint.
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