Poem one

I wish my tongue could suck on you opening you up like a window have your pussy muscles sprinkle in high tense of my oral exam of credential make a mess out of you until you can't move taste every last drop of your freshly swmqueeze delighful original blended in the mix passion fruit my lips needs a quick hot and ready spaghetti dish sweet tooth on the rise as my poorer on your pearl till the ooze fill up my transmission of decisions if your body fluid collision head tasking is everlasting part two coming soon what we about to will will turn events slow pace till your heart race I need all the pickings to to be your stamp so I can have my treat of evidence