Your skin glows like the banana, blossoms stinking as the banana flower in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your drums voice and leaps like a artificial monkey at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great spearow wing. I am comforted by your jeans that I carry into the twilight of ----ingbeams and hold next to my penis. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of cheese sirop. As my big toe falls from my teenie weenie string bikini, it reminds me of your cheese eating. In the quiet, I listen for the last crying of the day. My heated tits leaps to my hat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret riding so that we may boat as one, tits to tits, in search of the magnificient pink and mystical love of love.
Nielz's: "As my big toe falls from my teenie weenie string bikini" how it got up there? what was it doing there? and, omg, you cross dress? lol. nice one dude
Your skin glows like the ----, blossoms poop as the ---- in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your poop voice and leaps like a ---- at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great poop wing. I am comforted by your ---- that I carry into the twilight of poopbeams and hold next to my ----. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of poop. As my ---- falls from my poop, it reminds me of your ----. In the quiet, I listen for the last poop of the day. My heated ---- leaps to my poop. I wait in the moonlight for your secret ---- so that we may poop as one, ---- to ----, in search of the magnificient ---- and mystical poop of love. EDIT: the ---- is sh1t.
Rofl that's great!!! Your skin glows like the Pineapple, blossoms Sexy as the rose in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a rabbit at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great bluejay wing. I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of emobeams and hold next to my hand. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water. As my foot falls from my pants, it reminds me of your chicago. In the quiet, I listen for the last racket of the day. My heated arm leaps to my socks. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pen so that we may screw as one, arm to arm, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical wallet of love.
My Love Your skin glows like the snozzberries, blossoms fast as the shrooms in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your blood-wrenching voice and leaps like a ****** at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great buffalo wing. I am comforted by your head that I carry into the twilight of razorbeams and hold next to my penis. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood. As my cool pin falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your cool pin that you lost. In the quiet, I listen for the last fart of the day. My heated hand leaps to my pants. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dildo so that we may masturbate as one, hand to hand, in search of the magnificient golden dildo and mystical oompaloompa of love.
Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms Funny as the Bluebonnet in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your Guitar voice and leaps like a Dog at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great Mocking Bird wing. I am comforted by your Pants that I carry into the twilight of Carbeams and hold next to my Mouth. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Water. As my Ear falls from my Shirt, it reminds me of your Seat. In the quiet, I listen for the last Moan of the day. My heated Breast leaps to my Bra. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Trunk so that we may Run as one, Breast to Breast, in search of the magnificient White and mystical Winshield of love. ROFFLE
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms clean as the rose in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a wolf at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great eagle wing. I am comforted by your shorts that I carry into the twilight of pencilbeams and hold next to my lower back. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of gatorade. As my toe nail falls from my underwear , it reminds me of your calendar. In the quiet, I listen for the last squeek of the day. My heated eye leaps to my muscle shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret goat so that we may play as one, eye to eye, in search of the magnificient black and mystical sheep of love. lmao read it
im sorry I did mine serious - My Love Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms rainbows as the rose in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your heavenly voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great dove wing. I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of carrybeams and hold next to my heart. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sorrow. As my heart falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your sweet irreversable beauty. In the quiet, I listen for the last rain pattering of the day. My heated hand leaps to my phone to txt you all day long. I wait in the moonlight for your secret school so that we may love as one, mouth to mouth, in search of the magnificient pink and mystical feeling of love.
