When he first looked at her.
She looked so good.
When he first held her.
She felt so good.
When he first kissed her.
Her lips tasted so good.
When he first humped her.
Her fruit felt so good to his wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems she came out bad at second look..always look for inside beauty which never fades