Absolute pure poetry
Absolute pure poetry
Serve her a cup of tea after
She brought the good stuff
You said to do whatever i want
Why so damn perfect?
Tear it and make me tear up
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Santa brought the right flavours
Here cums santa!
Is it according to your taste, miss?
You intend to reach my stomach?
Her holes are playground for men
A dick would make the picture better