wee hours





Sometimes I wonder why my feelings turned me into a gun statue upon my bed

then I look at her face,

 so free from wrinkles was her face and shining with happiness

she was again the smiling angel

if I say to her I'm felling you in my heart down to my pant  

will you allow me slide my fingers 

down to your wet pant

I was born to be here, and I'm going to leave you alone till my time is up

pussy so good I don't need wee hours

its 2:30am lets hit the blunts after the sex, then we make love again

thank you

love 

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