A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Where's the smirk now?
Bark like a horny bitch, stepsis
Leverage on both ends
Yes sir, give me that dick again
She's not made for dialogue
You have somewhere you have to be?
Three way fun with an accent
She has the luck, she needs the talent
Everything will be squared away
I'm gonna be your flapper girl
Perfection in a pair
How's the pressure like this?
I have to get on top of you
Slip me in your to-do list
The faithful line is way beyond
Perfect cookie for breakfast
This is how we bake ass here
You gotta do what daddy says, ok?
Lead the way
Don't be scared, use me harder