Embrace me tight and rap me slow
Take me deep and don't permit to go
The music our groan and exhale stridently
Perfect for the friends salsa
Fashion up with me a significant kiss
Tongues soaking part our lips
Vanish in the heat of desire
Our breath a hot windstorm
Aching for your flexible tool
Squeeze me hard exploit me dry
Until we tremor, wheeze and sob
Sweet release bodies flushed
Affectionate and tender united as soul mate
Full of passion and thunder inviting quickened intoxication in the loins, especially that third stanza WOW, my tools getting flexible. This is a good work, you have no problems with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is really not enough for moments engulf with such things as... And me, the only one with wants and needs got to see it well spent before if there's indeed 'sweet release' for the brief hour of its duration. Nyz piece here, Ezna!