Do tell me
O my love of old
Are his lips sweeter than mine
Or his touch softer
O my love of old
Do tell me
Or better yet
Do not
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4 comments:
no, no, you don't want to know!
:D, helwe mennik ya eve.
Very nice poems and ... poet
Merci Linalone...
and eve
what can i say...
maybe u r right...
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