DMV

Come here, Curls…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…kisses on that line of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…infinite ecstasy…descending in heaven…octopus-love…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…silent turn…

Come here, Curls…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…kisses on that line of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…infinite ecstasy…descending in heaven…octopus-love…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…silent turn… Read More »

A cry in The Library…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples and Kids…infinite sweetness…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-love, hungry tulips…slipping, landing…lost on you…

A cry in The Library…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples and Kids…infinite sweetness…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-love, hungry tulips…slipping, landing…lost on you… Read More »