The name of our Father,
neither Son nor Holy Spirit.
Crush tender and intoxicated aroma,
kissing gently praising Her name.
Simple bite, she pushed it harder,
enjoyed at the bottom with shallow touch.
Begun, be gone your beauty
Kissing, **** it with pleasing
Me, produce the sensation twined
Pray, for a Holy Night
with good night's touch.
Praise her,
like what religion told everyone.
Praise her.
She's my church of pleasure.
Praise her.
Praise and add more life to years.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
The name of our Father,
neither Son nor Holy Spirit.
Crush tender and intoxicated aroma,
kissing gently praising Her name.
Simple bite, she pushed it harder,
enjoyed at the bottom with shallow touch.
Begun, be gone your beauty
Kissing, **** it with pleasing
Me, produce the sensation twined
Pray, for a Holy Night
with good night's touch.
Praise her,
like what religion told everyone.
Praise her.
She's my church of pleasure.
Praise her.
Praise and add more life to years.
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