Blood Moon
Blood Moon
Something about the blood moon sky’s.
It heats up my temperature then my sex drive rise.
That special moon seems to call to me.
Pulsing in my veins, I need a woman to breed.
As lustful as I am I just do not take any kind.
She must be willing for a wild ride of her life.
That full red moon I hope it never stops.
I love pleasing woman, with beautiful shock.
If you ready until the red moon goes down.
Because I’m willing to go all night until the clouds rise above the ground.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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