The Divine Whore
light hearted , playful, outstanding in the sack
She ain’t looking for nothing she can’t get on her own
Her Love is pure as gold, hear heart sweet as honey
But don’t fuck with her peaceof mind
She just may kill ya buddy
She is divine, sublime and ancient as the moon
Sell’n Love for more than money because lust is not
her style
She is a tender lover with diamond eyes and a
whole lot of heaven b’tween her thighs
My Divine Whore!
TomSkirtic 2/8/18
,( for Jelica ❤️)
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