Exhausted,
it breaks it down a little.
' Ohhh.' she howls. '
I want more! '
Ha ha.
Sometimes its innocence shines through
and it makes her takes me up and down with the laughter.
Like to more often than not she sees it.
Poems and happy Oasis,
Was recreation.
I' m going to allure it next time.
She has the base by the tip.
Squeezing both ends from the middle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem