To say I want to Ram you would be crass.
I'll cut the Bull and skip right to the chase.
You see, I crave your Twins and your tight ass.
Unless you have ***** I must kiss your face.
I am the Lion, king of your wild bush.
If you're a ****** I shall set you free.
I'll Scale your curving landscape, make you gush.
Sting like a Scorpion or honey bee.
I shoot like Archers fixed on the red spot.
Like a Goat, I will eat damn-near anything.
As I Bear Water boiling in your ***
The Fish will stew and you will surely sing.
Baby, this is no cheap-ass pick-up line,
But I was wondering: what is your sign?
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
To say I want to Ram you would be crass.
I'll cut the Bull and skip right to the chase.
You see, I crave your Twins and your tight ass.
Unless you have ***** I must kiss your face.
I am the Lion, king of your wild bush.
If you're a ****** I shall set you free.
I'll Scale your curving landscape, make you gush.
Sting like a Scorpion or honey bee.
I shoot like Archers fixed on the red spot.
Like a Goat, I will eat damn-near anything.
As I Bear Water boiling in your ***
The Fish will stew and you will surely sing.
Baby, this is no cheap-ass pick-up line,
But I was wondering: what is your sign?
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