It was only a saint that wouldn't fall into such temptations
The tempting lips of a fox
The curving of her gracious body
The exquisite feel of her delicate skin
The deep loving of her mouth
And the euphoric gripping of her cavity
It was only a saint that wouldn't fall into such temptations,
And he was no saint.
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Pothos (Poetic Porn)
PoetryEven our mind sometimes get blue and blue doesn't always mean sad... #4 IN POETRY. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
