Hairy Mary


Independent ‘n’ free, she don’t follow fashion’s trends,
the grim reality, ‘n’ I don’t mean to offend,
gotta personal pelt, her facial growth’s in ya face!
A prickly portent of what’s lurking ‘neath the lace.

Kinda sexy, kinda scary,
she’s so hairy.

Hairy Mary.

Don’ wanna lose ma faith, she don’ believe in razor blades,
a pretty, skinny wraith, donned head-to-toe in her own suede.
Beastiality, it’s like sleepin’ with a mole,
a lick of ‘er pussy, gotta cough up a furball/hairball.

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I gifted her some depilation,
I had to upgrade to deforestation!

I hear wise men say, beauty’s only skin deep,
but they ain’t seen Mary ‘fore she’s shorn like a sheep!

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©24.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

gotta personal pelt, her facial growth plain to see,
a prickly portent of what’s lurking down beneath.


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