Sometimes, She's a rippled petal, With pinkish-brown hue, Wh..
Added 2020-05-30 12:33:52 +0000 UTCSometimes, She's a rippled petal, With pinkish-brown hue, Whose whiff gets, Fresh as earthy, With a sweet robust tinge. Sometimes, She's a smooth waxed plum, With her fleshy texture, Giving him a firm grip, And oozing out, Honeyed creme. Sometimes, She's a meaty lock, Waiting to be opened, By her wiener key, With his twirling strokes, And luscious grease. Sometimes, She's the galactic centre, Of the milky way, Addicting his universal shaft, By flooding out, Her magnetic storm. Her crinkled vertical lips, May narrate variegated stories, But every time, The juices recited, Her lustful melody, Of she and her's.
