Turned on by the Dentist

by *Chels & Britt*   Apr 18, 2006


I remember being a young child
Scared to go to the dentist to get my teeth filed
Cried everytime, before they even started
So nervous I lost count to how many times I farted

But now times are changing
With that, my hormones are raging
Anxious to go see the guy
Who once made me cry

I can't believe the feelings I feel
This man is 50 with a not so good appeal
But uh when I lay there mouth open
He never leaves me crying or mopen

But as I lay back in that chair
I inhale his sweet air
The smell of him just makes me wild
Such a funny feeling for a child

I'm so very lucky I'm not a guy
My penis would be reaching for the sky
I just want to eat his shirt
But I'd look too much like a flirt

My mouth wide open, I start to sweat
Does his wife know I'm a possible threat?
During a break, I sweetly smile
But his back was turned for that short while

"Is everything feeling all right?"
I want to say "It will if you stay the night"
I'd love to bathe in his sweet cologne
Or even have a bottle of my own

A needle brought back into my gum
Snapped me back to reality, but numb
What was I thinking, this man is too old
Maybe I can get him to make my teeth gold...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Bridgette

    Lmao.. omg that is hilarious. Great job on this, gave me my laugh for the day :) 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    A Hiliarious poem, that died at the ending, but still very funny. My dentist is kind of young, so I don't think I will ever look at him in the same way, lol. Nice poem, I needed a laugh.

    -Tainted

  • 18 years ago

    by Victoria

    Ya'll are some really stupid white girls

  • 18 years ago

    by kaci

    Ahahaha thats funny!!

  • 18 years ago

    by perfectlyBROKEN

    Haghahahhah that was great. U guys r a gr8 collab ae. Really gud. LMAO i ovd the lines Im so very lucky im not a guy my penis would be reaching to the sky lol lol lol lmao i no datz sik to lyk dat line but it was so funny. Well dun keep writing poems lyk dat Hannah