Oh, sacred cloth, soft gateway
to heavenly ends, moist
by the pink lips, guarding
holy realms between
thighs and hips, always
tempting behind trousers
and minis of smart lasses,
repository of smells, naughty
behind the ass-crack:
to behold you, to touch you
to smell you, to taste you,
is indeed my salvation!
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 1:49 AM UTC
Oh, sacred cloth, soft gateway
to heavenly ends, moist
by the pink lips, guarding
holy realms between
thighs and hips, always
tempting behind trousers
and minis of smart lasses,
repository of smells, naughty
behind the ass-crack:
to behold you, to touch you
to smell you, to taste you,
is indeed my salvation!
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