The young lady was not afraid
Of the judging people
She shaved her head
And dressed as a nun
Couples with the Yeti
Her skillled lover
He was aroused and confused at the sight
Of her new look.
She kisses him
As awar to reassure him that it was her
And not a stranger.
She couples with the yeti
Having her way with him.
He realized it was his lover.
The gently kiss
And she take him to the poppy field
In the poppy field the young lady plucks two poppies
One behind her ear and one behind his.
There they kneel and kiss.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
The young lady was not afraid
Of the judging people
She shaved her head
And dressed as a nun
Couples with the Yeti
Her skillled lover
He was aroused and confused at the sight
Of her new look.
She kisses him
As awar to reassure him that it was her
And not a stranger.
She couples with the yeti
Having her way with him.
He realized it was his lover.
The gently kiss
And she take him to the poppy field
In the poppy field the young lady plucks two poppies
One behind her ear and one behind his.
There they kneel and kiss.
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