The juices from your lips are soft tongue play of joy,
The touch of the inner region of that fenty land is just damn,
The way that insertion of power,
Power in the way one walk,
One talk,
One dance,
One sway,
Then drops down into a comma on it,
...Damn thats a clip
See the inner cerebral conscious say dont pull out, but the trauma that dont allow me to quit is tough.
The irony in this is becoming of me,
I want to *** you.
I want to see all angles and understand what puzzle pieces fit in each section,
I want to understand all the particular lows and highs of your arche,
Well the art atleast.
Will you allow me to *** you?
Nah? Why, because you dont know me?
You not that easy?
Or, is it that the words *** is to forward?
Or is the text to uncomfortable?
Ok ***!...
I wanna *** you...
I want drive this lumber into you,
I want you to daily remember each touch,
look,
insertion,
Each sweat,
I want you to be so in tune that you want more,
just to have the thoughts.
Still we can not ***?
Ok ... no ... I love your determination.
I still want to .. say less love..
I want to massage your mind of the lessons you learned.
Eat the troubles you endured and be your king as you sit on the throne safe care free with the worries of cummin as you please.
Wait to direct ...Still?
Cummin in the sense you the face of the empire..
You bounce and turn and hang and climb without moving a muscle..
You will never be hungry love,
Never be afraid,
Never be angered by quick disappointments,
Never by dry of love,
Never have to think of never endings,
So if we *** you will forever orgasm with the love we share and conquer,
You are the queen of this chocolate king heart.
So i ask you can we *** and make this legacy for the royalty we both want ...
I want you to know ever angle of my mind,
The juices and flow of my heart,
The thick long torture of my past,
The want and desire of my love for you,
The joy of a future.
So my future Queen when you ready lets make love and not be bored with ***ing.
