Red top on a white dress
My baby with the long legs
I kissed her with such passion
And she kissed back with clear abandon
My baby, my baby
Seeing the world through her eyes, nothing feels better
Ride on top of me, I'll let you ride to wherever if you let me ride you whenever
This is not love. Its pure addiction. 🐺
-wolf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem