Absolute pure poetry
Absolute pure poetry
She brought the good stuff
Why so damn perfect?
Tear it and make me tear up
Her holes are playground for men
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
A dick would make the picture better
Here cums santa!
Santa brought the right flavours
Serve her a cup of tea after
You said to do whatever i want
Is it according to your taste, miss?
You intend to reach my stomach?