And All Succeed Then Poem by James McLain

'As a your honey hive'
It knows there is nothing there is,
it has:
thank you so much very well.
Just a glance, Is all it took,
Vines here right now,
'dear' it is known it is here to rectify inside\outside
I want your back,
Juste one eloquent, Aloe's I part your slit,
I feel your cheek,
And my knees disappear gone for a week.
I want to cherish, What' S under your dress,
fold you more, duplicate your breeches
And succeed then,
all in the company and round,
Me/you to incite I/too want to hammer,
a glance with your end over mine,
I want to burst it like Niagara falls,
in and out, all mine.
At glance with your tush, And I want to push,
I look at your moist breeches.
And I am one with the bump.
Cause nothing' can amend it thus, this butt/but me.
As a, your behind' it's deadly so lusious;