B.rod

I'm yours

Summer nights & pink lemonade filled with ice

Her smile is as bright as sunlight

But the girl herself oh boy is she delight

The smell of her perfume sweeps me off my feet

The way she moves makes me complete

The girl of my dreams has finally became my sugar honey iced tea.

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Good loving write.

  • Garry

    Very nice



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