She reminds me of Iceland. Cold and beautiful snow covered black seas Mountain high in the air yelling to the sky. Mystical crystal clear kaltes klares wasser. The deep intrigue of its black nights. Of its daylight of rose haze lights. She reminds me of Iceland, a far-away land meant not for me. Many see her and marvel about her beauty. She is the once-in-a-lifetime experience, she is the northern lights. She is a star. She reminds me of Iceland. For you will find none like her at all.
I like your eyes They suit you well The slightest hint of green Camouflaged in a sort of blue Maybe grey Hard to be certain If I try, when I do That is exactly the time You decide to slide them away Never knowing mine Too often, too consistent Don't worry, I can read between lines Pretty, I know you are used to it Most that try are trying To think that I am guilty And my motives hide desires Then there is no need worrying I do not have designs or am I trying Simply appreciating the colors That compliment you friendly smile Not my type though pretty you may be Im a man of acquired tastes It suits me, the ones that get me the way they do, Is less assumingly Unlike you do. assuming eyes, Slide away always
The likes of you I can't describe, Yet I love to eat between your thighs. The melody you spake to me Unfolds my greatest sovereignty. I crave to quaff all of your spit, And swallow every drop of it. Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh, Those bare and supple ****** *******, Your eyes that follow my firm gaze, While we kiss and lick and misbehave. I need to feel each piece of skin, Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again. It's such a treat to eat you whole; I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.