Her endorsement in dry wit
I must admit wets my lips
and as I tickle her underside, I say oh my
thank god for my sweet tanner lady
I watch her beating her leather
maybe lamb or a young heffer
but I watch her beat it into shape
she comes without storms or high weather
She is the girl of my dreams
my catfish in a silver stream
my would be or maybe
my sweet tanner lady
When I do trek back to the void
she will be my only compassionate voice
and her heart will beat for mine
till the end of time
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Her endorsement in dry wit
I must admit wets my lips
and as I tickle her underside, I say oh my
thank god for my sweet tanner lady
I watch her beating her leather
maybe lamb or a young heffer
but I watch her beat it into shape
she comes without storms or high weather
She is the girl of my dreams
my catfish in a silver stream
my would be or maybe
my sweet tanner lady
When I do trek back to the void
she will be my only compassionate voice
and her heart will beat for mine
till the end of time
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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