Jelly tongue, you’ve got. Sour & spicy, your X--Mouth.
Where you just hail from, Miss... ? You surely a woman of south!
You be a butterfly & I – the night-beast mighty moth
My wings way bigger than yours; will please you with To-&-froth.
My speed much faster than your course & you can’t escape my pride
My pride – so arrogant & aggressive. I’m your stallion – Antichrist.
Put your tongue in b/w my lips & teeth, & get ready to open federal mouth
I’m no naive in any way but you surely a woman of south.
Tell me, what’s your max. rate... will pay you with interest for life
At night, You twirl with curve & furl, blonde girl
Your naked body locked up under mine. My love’s hydrated but...
can make you dehydrated alongwith deepen sighs
You may tap out again & again but I’ll never loose my grip unless i’m debauchedly satisfied.
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