Belief in a distant
wet lusting lov…
A humble peasant,
when push
get’s too, shove…
Black lace
sparkling face
shall it be
your’s
or my place?
Hidden behind
elegant grace,
the taste
of lov
without a trace…
chris jensen – Lost Poetry
Belief in a distant
wet lusting lov…
A humble peasant,
when push
get’s too, shove…
Black lace
sparkling face
shall it be
your’s
or my place?
Hidden behind
elegant grace,
the taste
of lov
without a trace…