"Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free"
Let Chaucer whisper words of love and loyalty
allow me to be a blessing to your souls
"Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free"
Let Chaucer whisper words of love and loyalty
allow me to be a blessing to your souls
Down on my hands and knees, mumbling pleas, I beg for your love
I search for sanctuary
Let me in your heart
then let you legs part
a kiss to your cilt
and then your p*ssy farts
is that a yes
Pic vio.
Pic vio.
we have to really get to know each other before that happens
i'm 6' 187 lbs
mocha skin that taste like unicorn tears, ferrero rocher 100 proof chocolate, the sweat from Jesus Christ brow and plantains
I smell like Almond oil, Prada Amber, and lavendar
we need to exchange emails
You must have breezed thru your rhetoric courses in school.
I'm just trying to get you into the Ladies of the Coli hall of fame, Geoffrey. I'm not sure you'd be up to par tho...
Eyes closed, perceptions peeked, imagine the softest kiss placed on your cheek
A naughty supplication
praying at your feet
Your sugar walls
allow me to breach
A gentle touch, delicate and warm, reach for me
The sounds of your orgasms, cradles my sanity