Tastes like honey drops down from the heavens in the mountains
Smells like warm vanilla candles lit by fire from the fountains
Cocoa butter palms; palmers, slapt on that ass cheek,
I'm bout to bust, Monica¡ my knees weak‽
Toes curled
Head whirled
Am I in love Or is it just lust?
Post nut clarity
Ugly girl charity
Single and ready to pringle
Cuffin season?
Never a good enough reason