In ......... By *_* CrazyPenisPoet``~` Strange Creature ~~_*

 I love your breast
Mmmmmmmmm wonderful
When you go your hands,
Beloved, to my country,
Who brought me to fly?
Why is arrested
In my mouth, suddenly,
And the recognition that
Thus, once as
Played,
As before
Had traveled
My forehead and waist?
You mature breast.
Now, I know you are breast sweeter candy
We must raise the laughter
Foam of the cascade
And spring, and love,
I want your laughter, such as
I was waiting for a flower,
Blue flower, a rose
Of my echoing.
But
I'm hungry now
Do you have to know
What do I do now
To believe.
You are hiding something
In ......
Wearing a sexy shirt
From there
Or here
Meeting with you to me downright
To see everyone together
This may be what I believe
The desired effect in
I
And when placed
Your hands on my chest,
Identification of these wings
Paloma of gold,
This recognizes the mud
Color and soft wheat.
I tell you unashamedly
The rest of me
Some reason
Madness close to me now
You are .. Good .. Looking
But
Has got a really great
The breast.
I've got a face-to-spectrum
A very nice personality -
But you have big boobs.
I mean really great.
The kind that can not wait
To get my hands on,
Your breast in my face,
On my lips soft ripe.
They paid
They emerge
You are bound in my face
Your view.
Wearing the tops of very low
It's a miracle these two
Villains
Not escape.
And miracle bras also
For support.
Did not say the words of support?
More of this engineering feat
Showing 1 impossible -
Mainland -
Rack of meat fat
Irresistible to a man, crazy like me
You are making me crazy
Of division,
Every other feature it
Also ran
Behind the
Big tits.
I love you
Adore you
Difficult to talk to you now,
It is hard to look at her
And not directly
But I'm busy now, your
Those in a large breast,
You are such a wonderful woman bit,
The magnet of a man like me has become a rage now
It's very, very
Mad Love
Proud of.
I like to tell you
But you probably got a
I mean,
You can say
You are a woman with beautiful eyes
And a great mind
And great legs
With impunity.
Even your hands
On my chest
There are like two wings
Rested from the journey.
He says in fact
About this really, really, really
If each day falls inside each night,
There is also a
Where imprisoned and clarity.
There to sit on the edge of the
Under the well-
And fish of the light down
With patience.
Sensitive, raises the problem
Great
The breast.
Hope
There are days that have not yet reached,
They are doing is
As bread, chairs, or product
Apple Call
Appeal
Some days are bitter or valuables
Suddenly arriving to Port
Us to reward
To orange
Or killed on the spot.
... By *_* CrazyPenisPoet``~` Strange Creature ~~_*