flowery roses

for you for me a song and a tree

first singing along hitting tuning a beat

1 2 3 4 

bringing claiming rhyming for gore

busy enjoying like a honey bee so sweet

fresh flowery roses in a bed orgy

ringing gasping pleasingly see

hitting that ass and more for me

scribing wording singing words surely for score


 


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