grovy girl
.
i'm think'n
that that
morning under the
orange tree
ourn teeth
tear'n the succulent gift
uv
Jehovah God Almighty
with our
giggling
mawz
lips
lock'n
mine glossa
yourn
squish'n
the juices
like new loverz
down our
chest
yourn
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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