Arab Time

So this isn’t really a poem, more so a short love story. Regardless of that I hope you rove it rong time.


It was a lonely night in the Arab temple and the ugly brown princess had but one wish left in her magic lamp. She thought about wishing for eternal life, but with a hammered lumpy face like the guy from Machete, why would you want to live forever. She had already used her other two wishes on really good stuff and now it was time to use her last wish. This time she was only thinking with one part of her body. Her she-penis sausage clit.

She trembled her large hand more and more the more and more it reached away from her body and more and more towards the shiny lamp. With one hand rubbing a piece of papyrus on her beave and the other rubbing the lamp, she uttered but one word, “Peentown”.

Just then the piece of slimey papyrus was stripped from her suction cupped danger zone and sent it soaring out the Arabian window on a current of see through air. But then, as if the papyrus were changed instantly it re-entered the very same Arab window, but as something new. Had her dreams been answered? I think so! Because this totally buff black or maybe Mexican guy came in to the window on a flying carpet. He may have been Puerto Rican, he had the scent of beans. This is said in not a disrespectful manner but rather a descriptive one.

As he landed in the room he took two steps off the carpet, one step for each foot he had. As he did this he thought but one thing as the carpet disappeared, “shit”, for the moon light was hitting the ugly brown lumpies on her skin. His skin began to crawl as he imagined touching her skin which looked to have the texture of a thousand deserts.

But he still totally laid her. He started by taking his Arabian sword out and… He started by taking his Puerto Rican sword out which was lightly lit by the light of the lavender moon. Then he took the very point of the sword and held it over the ever burning flame of the candle she had blown one of her wishes on. As soon as the tip of the blade was red hot he burnt out the eyes on the tip of his penis.

Now that his penis didn’t have to look at her while they, DID IT. It was time for business. He was now able to fudge pack her without going half hard mid bang. Why didn’t he burn out the eyes on his top head you ask? Because he was already blind!

So they started doing it and she was totally saying all kinds of dirty stuff and it made him spray all over soon after he entered her. “Do not worry” he said with his mouth. “For I was only materialized with a sweet sweet wish so I can’t get you pregnant cuz I have but only make believesies sperm.” The ground around him began to shake as his world was about to become unraveled. She opened her lips and started pushing air from inside of her body to the outside of her body. The sounds she was making hit his ears but he didn’t understand why she was asking him if he had seen the movie Machete. Well you see. She was Machete. Her first wish was used to become the ugly brown woman.

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