policy12:
Imagine lemonade on those boobs, slipping down like rivers on a hill to the root of the rock, imagine the two boobs pointing to u with a fist u cannot dodge...

Trapped in between the valley and the two edged sword beckoning on u to come,
Juice filled with living death, juice cold like d deep of a river and warmth like d birth of a baby sun,

Behold the juice of life for the dead,
Taste so sweet like the rosery wine,
Sour like the apple fruit, yet a man must live and die
Not by death but by Sweetness's life eloped

Just imagine what ur tongue can do on those fleshy skin with a soft touch.

Modelqwen:




lol.... me?..
i dey model my name. i no get strenght for
those agents.

adegoody:
Nice bed sheet!

policy12:
Imagine lemonade on those boobs, slipping down like rivers on a hill to the root of the rock, imagine the two boobs pointing to u with a fist u cannot dodge...

Trapped in between the valley and the two edged sword beckoning on u to come,
Juice filled with living death, juice cold like d deep of a river and warmth like d birth of a baby sun,

Behold the juice of life for the dead,
Taste so sweet like the rosery wine,
Sour like the apple fruit, yet a man must live and die
Not by death but by Sweetness's life eloped

Just imagine what ur tongue can do on those fleshy skin with a soft touch.

policy12:
Imagine lemonade on those boobs, slipping down like rivers on a hill to the root of the rock, imagine the two boobs pointing to u with a fist u cannot dodge...

Trapped in between the valley and the two edged sword beckoning on u to come,
Juice filled with living death, juice cold like d deep of a river and warmth like d birth of a baby sun,

Behold the juice of life for the dead,
Taste so sweet like the rosery wine,
Sour like the apple fruit, yet a man must live and die
Not by death but by Sweetness's life eloped

Just imagine what ur tongue can do on those fleshy skin with a soft touch.

policy12:
Imagine lemonade on those boobs, slipping down like rivers on a hill to the root of the rock, imagine the two boobs pointing to u with a fist u cannot dodge...

Trapped in between the valley and the two edged sword beckoning on u to come,
Juice filled with living death, juice cold like d deep of a river and warmth like d birth of a baby sun,

Behold the juice of life for the dead,
Taste so sweet like the rosery wine,
Sour like the apple fruit, yet a man must live and die
Not by death but by Sweetness's life eloped

In between those invincible walls
Lies an imaginary pleasures,
Pleasures mix with sultry and salting,
The taste lies on a workable tongues

Just imagine what ur tongue can do on those fleshy skin with a soft touch.

@shopen

pweetiedee:


Waste of talent. Your mates are writing novels, scripts and songs. You are writing yeye something for a girl u may never meet, and even if u meet, u will never do all these to her.

Pele