Slippery when wet... caution
He's in beast mode...
Angel of a danger swag
And label of a peace zone...
He's 50 50 like O'Neal in
******* free throw...
Hes a clean home
While latex is wrappable
contamination
Pregnant sands for beach strolls...
Hes the light that shields glow
From appeal of healing
Bleeding spear blows
Angel of a certain death
Of eternity with burning wrists
Family and further head
With clean toes
Devoted to the person next...
Inheriting the earth in text...
Allegiance.. self esteem
And his words protect....
The team.. bleed decievers
And the cheap souls
My body offers naji...
Steven I want you on me...
Even if brandy really not me...
I'll lay between you
Honestly....
With dignity and impossibility
Within fostering