Treasure Island

otteri selvakumar

(25-07-1970 / 13, santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai-600012, tamilnadu, s.india)

Fuddy


On my room
To the floor bed...

I was tasted
With the
My girl friend
Chest bun...

Toung was play
Bun of chest...

Mouth wanted
Milk...
Not for the
Chest bun....

No weat
No sweet
No salt..
Not for the bun...

Meet taste
Vegtable taste
Also not ther;

Chest bun
Taste for
With big and
Beauty...! ! !
And fuddy

Submitted: Friday, July 29, 2005

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