If i was her lover I would have poetic *** in the ocean reciting poetry to her while I **** her mindlessly
If i was her lover She would be the mermaid of the ocean Whom I am jealous to touch and while I am here wading wanting to make sweet love with its bride
If only I was her lover I would whisper passions in her ear like waves whispering on the shores of her children
The water of the sea, he chokes me surrounds me but i am having poetic *** in the sea with she
and i say to her, my lover "i met a mermaid out in the sea she came to me and poetic *** she needs i grabbed her heart and laid inside her see i'm still a man who wants pleasure and poetry together i'm jealous of her lover yet i'm having poetic *** with her in the ocean"
My love moans groans let's me own her majestic bones and her ravaged soul is radiating with every ****** beckoning passion in this historic sensation so intense so loud so real and unreal
and in her throes i hear water logging in my ear this moment here of me ******* my lover in the sea i guess that's why they call it ******* poetry.
A girl and I were having an engaging conversation about running in the woods and diving into the nearby lake. She says she would run naked in the woods; it will be easier for her to win the race that way(i think that's cheating) and so i got big ***** and i imagined how it would be, to scream poetry out in the sea, while having amazing *** with her. so this is the baby of a *****.