CoastA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionThis started with a picture. From the picture it grew into cars and I just kind of blended it together. Does it work? Let me know.That sheer dress hugs curves like Range Rovers grip roads over 45 miles per hour. Symmetrical sensationalism, mixed with supple hips and ample bosom make men reach for themselves, then faucets, then cold showers.
Bent over for a fender-bender, my torque takes over... hands running thru your mane, I aim to tame you, while you drip down on on-lookers below. Teach me what you know, is there a deeper place where I can go? Tongue touches areola, n*****s grow, hair up-ended when I suck your toes. Are you wet, yet?
Rolls-Royce face and waist, Aston Martin ride quality. Murci(elago), your back End(zo) is killing me! Exxon Valdez never spilled like your orgasms, please! Cadillac plush cushion, speed limit-pushing.... Infinity has to go higher due to the Acura of your p***y. I Hum(mer) like a beast, as I get more fuel for the dollar, on the highway. And you ride like a Hybrid Camry, as we.... coast.
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4 Reviews Added on February 19, 2008 AuthorMr. Deft DictionMorrisville, NCAbout“HI, BABY! HOW ARE YOU?” KAYLEE RAN FULL SPEED INTO A CROUCHED AUNT TABITHA, KICKING A LITTLE WIND OUT OF HER AMPLE FRAME. AUNT TABITHA IS MATTHEW’S STEP-SISTER, AFTER THEIR PARENTS.. more..Writing
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