A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
In private i'll dance on your pole
Wilderness is fucking in tents
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
Do i catch your eye?
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
I'm housework and you'll do me
Rounded to perfection
Body warmth is cure for cold
Give me a better quote
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
The toes are the tip
If it's buff stick it in
Prepare me for college, daddy