I'm tired of honey hunting.
Send me something.
Show me a sweet darling.
In which, we
could be lovers with no quarreling.
She's about one of the sweetest, cleanest, neatest, petite pieces with high cheek bones. Her
fair-skin is toned.
Every square is a feature.
A rear shaped like an apple,
but as sweet as
What a trusting, lusting, sweet harmony, that makes me feel complete.
That loves to
meet between the sheets.
That's got no shame to her game,
her freak is always unique.
It's no strange occurance
that she has the endurance
to maintain the perfect game.
That understands where I'm from.
Respects where I'm at, and knows where I'm going.
just speaks up when it's time to make a change.
Should always be glowing ,
knowing that I'm so hungry.
That I will not accept defeat, and
will always come home with more than we can eat.
We finally greet,
In the steamy summer heat.
Copyright © matt T. love | Year Posted 2010
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