Sleep, my love, near placid waters
Under a pale moon that lights the way,
Mosquitos resound their ranks to attack
A humble cottage where you and I stay.
I forage through your hair like the tiger
Whilst you rest your head on saffron pillows,
I press my lips hard against thy milky breasts,
Watching your eyes lift to gaggling swallows.
Your resisting thighs give way to my stern will
You make love as burning hearts confess,
Never shall we come again to this sweet valley
Where the fermented nectar of rapture is pressed.
Have I found you forever, O flower of this land?
Hand in hand together, as we jaunt though the sand.
I agree why not. Those titties look Simply Delicious. I would love to suck and kiss and lick all over them. Before I slide and rub my BBC all over them and in between them
I agree why not. Those titties look Simply Delicious. I would love to suck and kiss and lick all over them. Before I slide and rub my BBC all over them and in between them
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