Around Soft Wet Ground

my love I cannot help my individually their for me sometimes i drink of you by the center where you are wet and moist heat i feel are the days and I feel your day by your breeches it's center running as it does while you extend out puffy like what made you lost in thought and it opened you up thus musky and rich a person like soft wet ground how it clung moistly around my cedar tree as well and each day your face when it comes as it does on him makes you recall me what is left still to come as it leaves you all inside and those noises i some times make hearing your wet noises as well; like popping they make and sucking, piping more from halfway the afterwords draw aside to you above the pinkness knowing it does make you good and then you guide the finger above the reason and the so hot sun it makes you cry more and I cannot help the tears during your quake as they collect during kisses they make in the center your breeches as they make it very wet and all that I can make is to embrace the lips far although more you made and puffy they are very well and will sleep knowing I will kiss you there they lay still and quieten down and you resting as you do.