I fail to get my panties
is very dense summer herons,
my calcined forest fire, or a flood
off this fire,
that has become my vagina.
cleverly contorts my waist,
as wild snake on a branch
no wrong in my naive Pilatuña,
I'm good, very good in bed.
If the churchyard
eroticizes me tender hands on my nipples, orgasms
a trail of
rush it and I can not lower my pants. Stormy
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