Inside Her Lip's Are Mine
J
James McLain
0
Altın Yaprak
Oh, there my lover goes again,
Her love is mine.
Her lip's, the two are mine,
they taste of honey.
Not a single bee can't find.
That I use, to make our wine.
And though,
We know the wine inside is sweet.
Inside her lip's,
There's more than I will find.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş