Worship her like religion,
cut strips like bacon.
Believe no one like freemason,
freed yourself with abyss,
with her legs beneath,
widen.
Worship her like a bacon,
never you mind that religion.
Kiss her and kiss her and so on,
til she fall and fight you for that kiss.
She knew what's neat,
keep it hidden.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Worship her like religion,
cut strips like bacon.
Believe no one like freemason,
freed yourself with abyss,
with her legs beneath,
widen.
Worship her like a bacon,
never you mind that religion.
Kiss her and kiss her and so on,
til she fall and fight you for that kiss.
She knew what's neat,
keep it hidden.
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