I can't but like the ladies.
Are they short-circuited or large,
round heavy\lightly ladle.
The ladies are sexy candy.
If they are the kind of woman
who likes to eat the lolly pops.
Wendy frostiest and they slurp
and think it is delectable treat.
Those which will be ardently drinking
wine and picking grapes.
Pushing down on their back,
her bones making cracks.
Which will require of me too unite
their wild and carnal package.
And vigilant I give-encouragement,
me a soft snack of cat.
Then request for me to attack.
I will descend,
my hand comes back and tap, tap, tap, taps
his she-cat purrs, thus deeply.
I have many large engagements and promises
to keep' We shout a while and organics are
spread and growing, Satisfaction guarantees,
a hot she-cat claws and rocks me.
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