She is very Real

Warm
N tender too.
Speaks in no poems lite n grace.

Little Wannas,
What are We doing? What is all this bother be about? What is this insane need burning Us up worse n no California distress and nothing but the cool waters within thee girl I so so so need drink. Is Our really only goal in this life. Our girls All Our girls bow to thee girl. Not one who does not. I can offer thee nothing but the world n every wiggler in it. I know it be not much but I do think their could be a possible We have never seen.

Wanna?

Wanna sit  pon Our face. N feel me rigid well up inside Mona Lisa with me. Pulse thee to
squirt.
N I watch as thee peel, sloe past
pert,
N I am elivened n feeling sweet rushes in Our molten
groin, ,,
Our delirious blood,
Ache to slide up n sideways n down up suck the clit with Our one eyed snake
n down n inn a bit.
Only a bit n then up again until ooze is mine and thee are incoherent
and speaking in tongues.
Then and only then will We be Home.
What a fuck in a ear?
eh?
It matters not how many pretty girls We find even those with wit.
We
Are never far behind.

B

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