He
I felt in love for the first time,
And I want to see idide your eye,
Well, somewhere in the forest, alone.
She
Mosquitoes as and ugly ants
My big enemies at once:
They will start to climb there for mine.
He
Oh, don't be afraid at all,
If I am nearby, my only soul.
I promise to clean it from eliar
Untill coming the morning start
In the field and the forests. From all evil bug insects.
She
I would think about it.
Both
Think you, think you, think you, think you,
Think you, think you!
He
Oh, what a night it was just gained,
When my dear only love me gave
And so she told me alone truth
She
You’t my brother, not my fiancé:
I am afraid of your old friends -
After all, I will have to sleep with them too.
He
Oh, don't be afraid at all,
If I will be with you, my soul.
I promise day and night no less
To protect from admirers.
In the field and in the forest
I will save you from rapists
She
I would think about it
Both
Think you, think you, think you, think you,
Think you, think you.
She
What happened to you suddenly:
You don't want to look at me in a roundely,
You do not want to be alone with me for shine.
He
Mosquitoes and ugly ants
My all big enemies at once
They will painfull bite prepuce at mine.
She
Do not be afraid at all,
If I'm with you my soul
I promise you until the morn passes
To lick off the mosquito-ants
In the field and in the forest
I will suck every insect
He
I would think about it
Both
Think you, think you, think you, think you,
Think you, think you?
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Published: May 2nd, 2025 10:19
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 6
Comments1
Nature is erotic. Nature is seductive. Nature is sensuous. Nature is sex. Nature is love. A fine write of offerings and ponderings. A metaphor of love. Is it worth it?
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