Skirt so yellow and bright
Eyes blue and wide,
with lips pursed right.
“Where is your joy,” she sighs?
Cotton shows years of wear
still flows yellow, and bright.
Her lean body craves to share
him hard and yielding tonight.
After she threw the bridal wreath
their joy spilled like carpenter’s glue.
No longer did they sample from beneath
yellow skirt and sweater taut and blue.
Her scent is a flower named dangerous,
so he struggles, pulls away; all the while
wanting his graying head to rest
upon her breast and relish the joy in her smile.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Skirt so yellow and bright
Eyes blue and wide,
with lips pursed right.
“Where is your joy,” she sighs?
Cotton shows years of wear
still flows yellow, and bright.
Her lean body craves to share
him hard and yielding tonight.
After she threw the bridal wreath
their joy spilled like carpenter’s glue.
No longer did they sample from beneath
yellow skirt and sweater taut and blue.
Her scent is a flower named dangerous,
so he struggles, pulls away; all the while
wanting his graying head to rest
upon her breast and relish the joy in her smile.
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