Did You Read That Poem That Fag Wrote About Chris Meloni?
Shane Allison
The legs of Chris Meloni hiked above these shoulders
The eyes of Chris Meloni stripping me ass-naked in a room of interrogation
The heaving torso of Chris Meloni glistening with sweat, pearls of it drip in mouth
The ears of Chris Meloni I bite and nibble upon under a bedroom ceiling of mirrors
The toes of Chris Meloni slathered with a black fags spit
The heart of Chris Meloni that has nothing but love for its greatest fan
The feet of Chris Meloni in black wing tips
The elbows of Chris Meloni belting me in the guts when we wrestle playfully on leopard
print rug of his posh New York apartment
The shoulders of Chris Meloni I massage after sixteen hour days on the set of Law & Order
The chest of Chris Meloni grown with honey-gold fur
The back of Chris Meloni lying in bed as I rim his asshole
The teeth of Chris Meloni whiter than icebergs
The pubic hair of Chris Meloni I pick from the tip of my tongue
The chin of Chris Meloni sticky with semen
The fingers of Chris Meloni pinching my nipples
The hands of Chris Meloni making sure the rope is good and tight around my wrists and
ankles
The dick of Chris Meloni massaging my throat.
The ass of Chris Meloni sitting on my face
The piss of Chris Meloni dribbling down this chin
My lips roped tightly around Chris Melonis dick
The face Chris Meloni makes when hes coming torrents up my ass
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