Summer Midday Song

Ksey_Gan

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?

 

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2025 10:19
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 6
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  • sorenbarrett

    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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