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MY LOVE


I can paint her look with words

 

Her eyes resembles two pair of beans

Floating on milk

 

Her two hills of Lebanon 

Are standing still on her soft chest

 

Not mentioning her thick and seductive thighs 

That makes me drip in style

 

Her tummy  resembles a poker table's top 

She's Clean more than Bandit

 

Not only her physique is inviting,

Butt also her ass et located behind the scenes

 

I know she doesn't even own a Shop

But I'm coming more like a broke guest,

In my next piece, 

 

I'll give her just a tip

On how well I'd love to enjoy her company

 

Je ree Poet🇰🇪

 

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