Her lips **** cigarettes
& her mouth looks tasty,
she cares about nothing.
She struts
her soft tail feathers in my face,
I love her stripes
& black lace
& tight corsets,
those long legs
rock me.
Her lashes
accentuate her pretty jades,
the flowing curls tease,
they make me drop
down to my knees.
O, Sweet Jesus
please,
she's not like other girls,
I just know,
she's made for me.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
Her lips **** cigarettes
& her mouth looks tasty,
she cares about nothing.
She struts
her soft tail feathers in my face,
I love her stripes
& black lace
& tight corsets,
those long legs
rock me.
Her lashes
accentuate her pretty jades,
the flowing curls tease,
they make me drop
down to my knees.
O, Sweet Jesus
please,
she's not like other girls,
I just know,
she's made for me.
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