Am into robs of no gate
Sarcastic as they narrate
Words can't give it time
Cherishing love ties naves
Her tits tip like song waves
Indeed love is nervous


Days are in us as hours
Facing moments like towers
Touches of hers change my flows
Sweet lips defines me illicit
Yet Chumming feelings flits
I wish I was spiderman inns
To flue her worldwide outs


Dear world mummie,
Let the kicking heart yummy
Truly celebrating your fertile tummy
Yes am into lost feelings
But I know I ain't wrong hog
Always making it right for me
You be the super woman swee

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