when we had sex this morning
i thought of you
naked to the eye
your little chin bristles
all lined up in a row
I then thought of my pansies
planted in the garden
the ones you accidently rooted
when you took off my panties
when we had sex this morning
i thought of you
naked to the eye
your little chin bristles
all lined up in a row
I then thought of my pansies
planted in the garden
the ones you accidently rooted
when you took off my panties
Some days, I surprise myself with my own wisdom. Other days, with my own stupidity.
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