Osiep chunya, you really shouldn’t be reading this
I want to rearrange your guts and bite your full lips
I don’t want to be poetic, I just want to be epic
I want to pull your panties down to your kness
And do you right here in this vast moonlit beach
Remember when I asked you how you feel about myself
And you took my hand there and made me find out for myself
I had to empty you of air and fill you with myself
It’s not my fault that my toungue paused midstroke
It’s just the more I tasted you, the more I didn’t stop
Blushing cheeks, messy hair, and the moaning non-stop
They say an honest man is a child, lying isn’t part of me
I guess that makes me your baby, your nipples are so fond of me
KJ šāš¾š°šŖ

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