Love the smell between toned thighs?
Smell it till it stinks so bad,
Then would you eat what lies behind.
If for sake of love,
Stinks so worse still makes you mad,
Slouch down and pull your hands out.
Love may be it for you fell prey to stink.
Love the uncut smile, drowsy breast?
Lay on the ***** till it feels hard,
Then would you press on to it.
If for sake of love,
One that ***** is heart still hugs you,
Close your eyes and lay on the *****.
Love maybe it for you fell pray to hardness.