I hear a soporific chant
And dream I am a man
With bow and arrow in my hand
And waistband on my ham

I bring my woman ample food
A strong and hairy male
I hunt a brocket in the wood
And little bobwhite quail

My woman wears bright attire
She’s young but very stern
She cleans the cave and keeps the fire
And dreams of my return

Awoken, it is I who yearn
And pray that he is safe
For him perpetual fires burn
In our tidy cave

The winter day is breaking...
Clit's hands should be sunlit.
Your age spots in the making
shall vanish... Try it, Clit!

Зус Вайман   08.01.2019 02:03     Заявить о нарушении
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