Unf #3 - Poem by Sadistic Cupid
It's been alot things promised
I just wondering if
they would ever come true.
cause all I ever do
is think of you
and wonder why I'm not with you.
what kind of spell is this?
It seems I can't forget
your smile, your smell, your kiss,
Your legs, your thighs, your hips.
The way your temperature rise
When I'm kissing on your thighs.
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