Last year my secret admirer wrote me this 😂 My Love, Raquel Fontes Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms juicy as the rose in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and heaps like a elephant at the whisper of your name, Raquel Fontes. The evening ascends in on a great chicken wing. I am calmed by your bra that I carry into the twilight of cheesebeams and hold next to my toe. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wee. As my arm fails from my knickers, it reminds me of your banana. In the hushed, I listen for the last fart of spring. My heared bum heaps to my condom. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret computer so that we may jumping as one, bum to bum, in search of the glorious red and spiritual poo of love.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 11:37:32 +0000
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