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The woman with red rose vine

up her thighs and thine

showed me the way

and invited tryin,

did she wear rose perfume,too?

did I ask

she coyly husked umm yeah

Lol !it all depends what mood I'm in
I suppose, and there is no strict time code 
well  I must make yours....for sure.......
that vine is dancing in front of my eyes..

like an invite..
but I do make such moods 

about at leisure and later
I'm afraid I can't because I'm spoken 

she battered

persisted me
For  eloquently is it............so 

so the vine sways in winds that move against me......
lol !..hahahahahaha..reply backie..soon.......
 Now I am gonna just look at that vine 
and move away for like...

hard and good......... 
thanks is all I can say 
as I watch that vine sway away..
with my heart in wine..

I do whine..
and yeah do that do I 
now and by and by
don't ya get me wrong..
I am practicing wooing......
if you were unspoken for 
how would ya find that.....

honey......fingers in pie..yeah 
you say friend you can be and I say
friends I have many 
but one who will be lover
as well as caring nanny........
and frightfully hot fanny.....

I have none
They have many..they say choose any..
but god knows why I dote ya and ya alone..
the woman with vine and wine..........
Alas! you are not my sunshine......boohoo crying
helluva lotta......woo is frying!

 

 

 

she had her fingers in the pie!

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