My Whatever Que Cera
Thursday, July 14, 2016
My Honey
Your merry blue eyes my bliss
Deep, slow, Southern voice
Whiskers tickle my nose
The soul sucking kiss
To be without you
not
my choice
You Dear, I fucking miss
Down to the tips of my toes
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