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Thursday, October 15, 2015

I met a girl from England

Mbu!

I still remember her eyes,
And how her beauty jeweled the pool.
I also remember her thighs,
And how her breasts made my tongue drool.

When she sat lazily like a man.
My thing immediately stood.
Her smile had the innocence of a nun,
To her my eyes were glued!

I still remember her accent,
And how she played with her hair.
I felt like turning to a serpent,
And eat her instead of glares.

You should have seen how she walked,
How she made her buttocks dribble.
How she rolled her eyes when she talked,
How she made my heart feeble.

I still remember her lips,
And the chain that glittered on her neck,
My eyes chewed her like crisps,
Without taking any break.

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