Herbert Nehrlich 2
Private Stuff - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2
I licked her mouth and then each tit
she did not seem to mind,
it felt too good and intimate
and let us both unwind.
She shed no tears, but IT was wet
and I could hear her drum
inside the cave where we first met
and where we often cum.
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