She's so delicious,
exudes femininity
& lovingkindness,
wears the finest lace
with easy access.
In the ****
morning,
noon & night,
I could dine
on her tasty dish
forever.
Like this evening
under a full moon,
we're going to delve
into each others
****** delicacies,
gulp the sacred wine.
I think I'll infect her
with even more
of my raw nectar.
She say's
we'll spoon
afterwards.
I call her
my sweet dessert.
O Lord,
how wholesome she is!
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
She's so delicious,
exudes femininity
& lovingkindness,
wears the finest lace
with easy access.
In the ****
morning,
noon & night,
I could dine
on her tasty dish
forever.
Like this evening
under a full moon,
we're going to delve
into each others
****** delicacies,
gulp the sacred wine.
I think I'll infect her
with even more
of my raw nectar.
She say's
we'll spoon
afterwards.
I call her
my sweet dessert.
O Lord,
how wholesome she is!
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