My cold hard bunk is warm
with thoughts of her pretty mouth
working its way south.
This warm grip of her hot image
gyrates into explosive measures
in barracks-silence.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
My cold hard bunk is warm
with thoughts of her pretty mouth
working its way south.
This warm grip of her hot image
gyrates into explosive measures
in barracks-silence.
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