There used to be a coffee house just west of me.
So obviously, we liked the west wind best.
The waters on fire, the waters on fire.
First thing we could clim a fence, I could touch your cunt and you can touch my cock.
I'm the westwind.
And when the west wind blew best,
it felt like we were blessed.
Cramped it almost whispers,
c'mon now and eat me!
there are no rehersals here.
Stop trying to get me down. |
Submission Name: Coffee House
