No easy way to say this, you fill me up with ardour.
To be with you is a dream that I must see completed.
Terzanelles are hard, but when I think of you I’m harder.
I’d like to be your lover, that thought I have entreated.
Kinkiness in rhyming isn’t really all that common.
To be with you is a dream that I must see completed.
Please take me to your bedroom, and then could you predomine?
My lovey dovey honeypot, you’re my motivation.
Kinkiness in rhyming isn’t really all that common.
Schmoopy Doopy cutie pie, you cause me much prostration.
You know you are my everything, I think it’s very clear.
My lovey dovey honeypot, you’re my motivation.
Missing you was all it took to tell you’re my Ophir.
How many licks does it take to reach your gooey centre?
You know you are my everything, I think it’s very clear.
Sometimes, we won’t do things because I can be a Stentor.
How many licks does it take to reach your gooey centre?
No easy way to say this, you fill me up with ardour.
Terzanelles are hard, but when I think of you I’m harder.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
No easy way to say this, you fill me up with ardour.
To be with you is a dream that I must see completed.
Terzanelles are hard, but when I think of you I’m harder.
I’d like to be your lover, that thought I have entreated.
Kinkiness in rhyming isn’t really all that common.
To be with you is a dream that I must see completed.
Please take me to your bedroom, and then could you predomine?
My lovey dovey honeypot, you’re my motivation.
Kinkiness in rhyming isn’t really all that common.
Schmoopy Doopy cutie pie, you cause me much prostration.
You know you are my everything, I think it’s very clear.
My lovey dovey honeypot, you’re my motivation.
Missing you was all it took to tell you’re my Ophir.
How many licks does it take to reach your gooey centre?
You know you are my everything, I think it’s very clear.
Sometimes, we won’t do things because I can be a Stentor.
How many licks does it take to reach your gooey centre?
No easy way to say this, you fill me up with ardour.
Terzanelles are hard, but when I think of you I’m harder.
O, my beloved
By now I'd have smother'd
Your face in kisses
If you were my missus