STRAWBERRY FIELDS
Lips, like strawberries, sweetly missed. In stature, petite yet achingly thick, Her presence, a force, a powerful flick.
Hazel eyes, windows to infinite dreams, They capture souls, pulling at heartstrings. Wavy locks, a crown of untamed curls, Flowing past her ass, swirling like whirls.
And oh,...
Hazel eyes, windows to infinite dreams, They capture souls, pulling at heartstrings. Wavy locks, a crown of untamed curls, Flowing past her ass, swirling like whirls.
And oh,...