My Scented Lily Poem by Jett Franco
My Scented Lily
Your body just makes me tremble,
I feel the cold as I touch the curve.
As much I do when I hear your sigh,
a shadowy hell of damnation.
I'll bite a kiss put my river in your lips
to let you feel the cold water in it.
Cool it down with my hot sexy
muscular logs and press it closer to reply.
I'll move your whole my dearest lily of the rarest bloom of my scented soul.
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