Disbelief
Intrigued by my thoughts. Now let the tongue tickle the main. I'm one of a kind. I like to play in this fundamental mine, of yours. I love to explore, get a better understanding of you. This is my dream come true. Now let me through. I'm the kind that loves to play with you. So here is a new one for you.
Disbelief
One more time I had to tell her " I never love these streets. Evern though I hustle hard every day. She still had to ask me, " who's number one" Looking at her , feeling her pian. Shaking my head! Then saying. " One more time you ask me a question in disbelif, one more time My Delicious Women, and I'll be ready to eat. Gorging on your pineapple peach, it taste so sweet. I love you Girl! The love we share is to deep. The streets is just endless meat. This is how I describe my money that I make out on the street. See you are my succulent nourishment that I need!
SO ONE TIME, AND EVERY TIME, YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME! YES WOMEN, YOUR ALL I NEED!!
Copyright © Johana Britt | Year Posted 2015
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