Sweet As Honey.
Sitting on my cosy throne he had the nerve 2 ask me 2 leave my seat and come talk 2 him. A flippin cheek,he be wanting ME, 2 leave my throne unattended. That was until I saw his sexy mother f*****g,two wheel, sweet as honey, facing me. Oh Harley---- You are the Shit! I'd Rather have you than He! ©3/10/2021. Wired6.
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