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