A Tribute to Fiona

Night/Dry/Air Con/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North

Oh Fiona, oh Fiona
where art thou?
Wish you were here
to zap me now.

Your kwa-chi face
your almond eyes
your big melons
spell my demise.

Your su-su skin,
your chap-cheng look
your cutesy genie smile
got me hooked.

You made me growl
you made me howl
you made me beat faster
before I get the towel.

They must be a C
if not a D
lest my hum-sup eyes
are playing tricks on me.

My hand beats faster
my breath gets shorter
I have to imagine harder
before its all over.

See those hairless pits
those poreless thighs
see those curvy ka-chern
please watch your behind.

Uhhhh...Fiona, my Fiona
you are divine
night after night
you my PCC target so fine.


Your Guru of Love

shit stain panties