I like you,
The chiseled prince…
The way you wait at the highways,
Stare at my booty
My bags full of marooned jeans..
And the castrated jewels
Of highway queens…
The chiseled prince…
The way you wait at the highways,
Stare at my booty
My bags full of marooned jeans..
And the castrated jewels
Of highway queens…
1 comment:
my prince...take the bend to the right of the highway, the narrow lane with its shady palm trees will lead you to my door...for me, you do not need to be chiseled...just remain my prince...and let me make you happy...free of cost...
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