Desperately Seeking.....
Peace on earth...!
Your demons, were not..... my demons.
Like, oscietra ......you left, an exquisite,
salty taste , upon ......my tongue !
While irrumatio was your norm..
I loved it,when I could make you ......smile.
Like the Myrtle, I've lost my Zoza.
So
Be careful, what you.....wish for.
Choose your pebbles.....well, for.
There are
No
Perfect .......dreams!
Giajl © Jim Love