A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Lazy but not totally
Warmed up and good to enter
That's some clue you got there!
Juiced up and creamed in
Let's see the lower lips smiling
Your peach needs an inside blasting
Oh, you are so thorough
Girls, do i touch it?
Take me dirty
Have a taste of my walk
You look like you take it with cream
It can keep her up
Cute like a summer breeze
Reaching the mind numbing spot
Feeling needed is nice