Horus8 & The WerewolvesNice Milk Makers
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Wednesday, June 01, 2005 8:32:50 AM
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Sunday, February 08, 2009 10:15:53 AM


Sex in an industrial sized hammock

Jeff D'Angelo

Ah... Boobs?
Oh nice milk

Nice milk makers

Ewe nice milk

Nice milk makers

The feast was spread out well
I drank too much and fell
My headache hurt like hell
But the meat was quite tender
I surrender
Air brushed your face upon my fender
I prefer mine rare
As I stare without a care

Her eyes made me surrender
Try the reefer and wine
Smoke that kind
It silences my many moods
The hostess would like to sin with me
To strike up a bargain you see
For the love of Mary just let me be
You're enhancing the evils brewing inside of me
As a favorite after supper tea

Sandalwood partner
Jasmine lover
Opium keeper
Consort to the Grim reaper
Who is forcing me to keep her
Her blow jobs rule
Breath is too cool
She is the orgasmic fool
Sit across from me and tool
Together forever this tether is lust
But for now, I cherish, this smiling bust x
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