Pocket Fiction

Bigfoot Erotica

Published July 31, 2018 in I Don't Even Know - 0 Comments

Bigfoot Erotica2

He had a hard on,

running through the forrest.

He was randy, he was hairy,

and he wanted to put his rugged,

rock hard pine branch

into some juicy, wet crotch.

(Tree crotch, I meant.)

Bigfoot caught Big Ankles

and they made hot, passionate love.

Where he was once chasing her,

she turned the tables

and ran after him,

his dick and balls dragging

on the forrest floor.

(Over pine needles and moss.)

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Actual Bigfoot Erotica, written by  the poet laureate of the Bigfoots,

Alonzo Longfellows, he was a poet and he didn’t know it,

but his feet

sure showed it.

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