Absolute pure poetry
Absolute pure poetry
Her holes are playground for men
A dick would make the picture better
Here cums santa!
Tear it and make me tear up
She brought the good stuff
Why so damn perfect?
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
You intend to reach my stomach?
Serve her a cup of tea after
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Santa brought the right flavours
You said to do whatever i want