Honey suckle ***
Beneath the cherry tree,
They say it's real,
Loves not a fantasy,
Foreplay with tbe clouds,
Between my legs,
The birds flee,
The forest filled with moans,
Hold your breath,
Making love beneath the sea,
Steal your breath,
Before the next wave.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Honey suckle ***
Beneath the cherry tree,
They say it's real,
Loves not a fantasy,
Foreplay with tbe clouds,
Between my legs,
The birds flee,
The forest filled with moans,
Hold your breath,
Making love beneath the sea,
Steal your breath,
Before the next wave.
sitting in a tree, in white lace shorts, bark stuck to my **** Not inspirational
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