When sweet Sara gets to
Heaven to St. Peter
she will say,
not a **** thing,
only run her
tongue along her
full, glossy, *********** lips,
and snare his eyes
with her low-cut, cleavage
boasting blouse.
She'll get it.
*** always sells.
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 8:49 AM UTC
When sweet Sara gets to
Heaven to St. Peter
she will say,
not a **** thing,
only run her
tongue along her
full, glossy, *********** lips,
and snare his eyes
with her low-cut, cleavage
boasting blouse.
She'll get it.
*** always sells.
Copyright Sept. 11, 2010 by J. J. Hutton
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