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