silo-wet

Star'n at my rearview I seem dim shades of blue.. blue shades of yu.. I cnt understand the feeling she gives its so brand new..I wonder culd this really be .. something great in the making like timbucktoo.. or something that has me decived by the way her sway back and forth or how her lips look full of moist drop and everytime we kiss I feel winterfresh .. damn my mind is hazy cus wen we lay ...man we LAY.. and wen she drops down she really prays. And I think ... think I do.. she takes me to places in the silo-wet of her ... and I am her fien ..she feeds me daily...=].

thinkin about seduction

Thinkin about seduction thinkn about those legsWen we meet. I hopeshe smeel like spring.. cleann.. like a gentle breezee.. and wen I tatse. I hope she drips ..like raindrops... as I reaxh for her soul...and wen I reach I will listen to the beats as I play drums on her body .. take noteswrite sonnets and plays to the way she goes.. and wen she lays in peace I hope I be that vision she sees... iwana be.. like she has never fein'd ..and fien.d she shall on levels .. she has never felt... spreaded like I spread butter over bread ..she flows so smooth ..her body is like amelody that cnt be found.. I listen ..it calls..wet dreams of penatration in her. Underwater paradise ...as I explore .I find hidden treasure idnt knoe exsited. She.. is ..we is .. in a moment ..