The aura around her
is hotter than sunspots,
she permeates pure-woman,
allows me private indiscretions.
I can twist her,
bend her in half,
partake in her heavenly assets.
She lets me take her to different universes,
I kiss her everywhere,
my tongue trickles
from her bellybutton south
where my mouth
lips her magic,
that’s a place I like to be.
There’s only one thing
I like better than this,
& it ain’t a cold Heineken.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
The aura around her
is hotter than sunspots,
she permeates pure-woman,
allows me private indiscretions.
I can twist her,
bend her in half,
partake in her heavenly assets.
She lets me take her to different universes,
I kiss her everywhere,
my tongue trickles
from her bellybutton south
where my mouth
lips her magic,
that’s a place I like to be.
There’s only one thing
I like better than this,
& it ain’t a cold Heineken.
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