spring comes like a welcome freight train,
here to recover from the fall that fell before winter reigned
Sun of a Bitch summer will follow
with cleavage and ass, making relationships hollow
but for now spring keeps us on the up and up
keeping alive the season's love
We hold our women, gently, like doves
until it's time to release all over unrest,
on her face, her neck, most likely her chest
4 comments:
this poem makes my buns feel like they're made of silk...
your buns make my penis feel like a silkworm......
in a good way.
you guys are weird.
hahahahahahahaha. good shit!!!
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