Posted by the one who bROke guiDlines on 6/6/2002, 4:54 pm Karen sat on his lap The Queen of Tarts
In a moment of weakness
Smitten by her sweetness
He wrote another verse
Will he be punished?
Perhaps just admonished
The answer's in her purse
And took out her pack
A cigarette, she placed 'tween her lips
He gave her his fire
And she sucked with desire
He trembled, a kiss or the whip?
She filled her heart
Full of smoke on a somers day
The naughty knave
Stole her smoky kiss
And then he ran clean away
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