*Those tender soft lips,
Ah, those heavenly hips.
One'd never tend to miss,
After along time of resist,
He said:
"Girl, I would grab you from the hips,
Those big, cherry lips, I'd widly kiss."
She nodded her head,
And grabbed him by the shirt,
In a ********* scrumptious dissmiss,
She'd whisper and temptingly hiss,
"Boy, Take it easy!"*
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
*Those tender soft lips,
Ah, those heavenly hips.
One'd never tend to miss,
After along time of resist,
He said:
"Girl, I would grab you from the hips,
Those big, cherry lips, I'd widly kiss."
She nodded her head,
And grabbed him by the shirt,
In a ********* scrumptious dissmiss,
She'd whisper and temptingly hiss,
"Boy, Take it easy!"*
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