A DRIP TO DROP
A step made in the dark grass forest
Hung in and out of red_sweet bead of pleasure
I want to sport on your spot
It’s like a Godly_charm in control of the hormone strike
Hold my hand and take it on the private paradise
To remove the umbrella of nudity
Seeing exact paradise of pleasure
Come on don’t be a miser on the private paradise
The epicentre of titillation _property
I want to eat your food of hormone inflammation
Red cute spot like a cannibal but not in the
Albert Fish’s way
Hold the neck drip to draw me closer to the topic
Of flirtation that tinge my move

I know you love my dressing drip
And you’re feeling luscious
I’m not a deviant...