Rubber Woman
June 22nd, 1997 by Jim Clark
Rubber woman
Leather brassiere
Blow her up slowly
and bring her here
Floating gently
Bobbing so slightly
She squeaks as I hold her
ever so tightly
None can compare
She is the one
And then I can pop her
when I am done
Bite on her breast
Tear through the fabric
She’s shrinking away
just like it was magic
Slips through my grasp
The air starts to go
With a noise (sounds like farting)
she flies out the window
My girl is gone
My lover belated
I fucked her too hard
and now she’s deflated.
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