Treasure Island

george albot


Keep it warm,


You can still send a chill down my body
So I am just wondering is what you do
Just for me, please please say yes
Because you still fill my heart with a something
That I still don’t understand
Like today, your smile looked gorgeous,
I have seen it how many times
But today so different, , why!
And you have a beautiful glow
And such a sexy charm, but you know that!
All of these things I see almost every day
So why are they so fresh and seam so new
You said that it’s a long time before we
Do again,
But however long I have to wait it will be easy
Because I know what coming
And if it’s like the one we made earlier
I’ll hang around, and hope you can make
It rise
XXX
There’s nothing like good home cucking
And sometimes good things take longer

,

Submitted: Sunday, May 05, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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