Written by: DON JOHNSON

Con-sensual The sweeter the dream, the more personal the heat, say what? yet I mean , little tittys are neat, on your lap she is sitting, erection’s concrete, no loving you’re getting, sore aggots aint sweet, a teaser I’m betting, infernal the beat, the thin cloth is parting, as fingers compete, to block off the entrance, where 2 fools may meet, as you will her to let you play, with her seat, and the passionate kiss, has you in there toot suite, con-sensual the cuddle, as the racing heart beats, all froth n cream bubble, almost brain dead, delete, but death you do cheat, vesuvious, comes the eruption, complete. Don Johnson