planting seed

 


there you are pretty view

pointing smiling too

could you bring forth a song for I to sing

inspiringly looking eyes into me

oh anna how I vision kissing your lips

for spreading hips caressing tits

beyond a wet dream feeling for you

holding molding constructing my words

G being certain hitting all targets spots

arrow be tickling secreting a scene

orgy time juicy vine drinking wine for good time

howdie do curious you waving sine 

planting seed unto mind

















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