Treasure Island

otteri selvakumar

(25-07-1970 / 13, santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai-600012, tamilnadu, s.india)

KISS OF LOVE


Kiss is

Tastey of love...!

Each and every

Kisses is...


Tast too tastey

Of love...!


Love is

Healthy of

Life...!

So...,

Don't miss...

Do the kiss

With flower's...

Dog and cat

With water and duck...!

Too children and audult

Each day each for

Do the kisss...

Kiss is not only tasty

Kiss is also

Little little bit bit of

Love too love

Practical love

Ecah day by day

All are given the kiss

Take the love...

Age no bar...

Sex no bar...

Give to kiss all

Take to love all...!

Enjoy the love too kiss...!

Don't miss...!

Ok..do kiss...!

Submitted: Friday, November 04, 2005

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