What a breath of fresh air
and a touch of sweet lips
back you are in my cyberarms
please do pardon my stare
when we hug, crushing ribs
I may melt at the thought of your charms.
Well, I love you my friend, but it may be only the Dewers.. but yes, back for a test of the waters.. CS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rumours hide where the sun don't shine. Sandra has class and wouldn't give you the time of day. She keeps a tidy house and does not keep poo around.