My Woman and Her Treasures,
finally ended My Drouth.
When Her pink Lips created,
a Wild Storm in My Mouth.
She drove My Desires,
on a Hell of a Ride
and washed My Ego
by taking away some Pride.
Each Kiss She rendered,
aroused the Lion in Me.
Coz Her Lips were Sweeter,
than the Nectar from a Bee.
On Weekends Our Mood is set,
for Our Passions to Flow.
With each stroke I Serve,
Her Face begins to Glow.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
My Woman and Her Treasures,
finally ended My Drouth.
When Her pink Lips created,
a Wild Storm in My Mouth.
She drove My Desires,
on a Hell of a Ride
and washed My Ego
by taking away some Pride.
Each Kiss She rendered,
aroused the Lion in Me.
Coz Her Lips were Sweeter,
than the Nectar from a Bee.
On Weekends Our Mood is set,
for Our Passions to Flow.
With each stroke I Serve,
Her Face begins to Glow.
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