Love is the meat

   Tamed performance under fatigue loading rotated love

   a couple of the sheets of the bed, to which a couple of the lack of

   has hit the rose scented washing powder label.

   I am thinking up to the whims of, where is thy

   courage? Not a shy man served on gold plates.

   Bold brisk Reinos, they take the love of country

   all of the parting.I'm sick and tired of dumb men cry.

   You are like a fairy tale emperor without clothes.

   I'd like to descend upon my hips, love, and light moonlight.

   Love is the flesh, the lust against the areola.

  The holding hand , and anger of kissing.

   Hungry for the joy, you can hide one second.

   I wish I had you, I would have loved to dryness alive.