Opelo Boingotlo Letshwiti

The Poet Was My Lover

he gave me his all, if he could too, hed give me his balls.he squeezed eyes and shook his head evertym he wanted to write me a poem, it seemed to me as if he was sincere abt choice of precise words..hed hold my hand to take me half way to go pee.no1 understood why, but only i see, why he loved me.Hed walk distance to cum kis my cheek and buy me a

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