Another song Lib.

I’ve got a bat, a couple of condoms. A new addiction and a promise to Jump. We could  make this purple. Together, we could thrust. If only you’d spit, do you remember me? I know you’ve jumped this a thousand times, but I’ve become running in your long dick. How many of us would swim back to you? Only to tell you that we say goodbye? Hey, Jude.

I already miss the way you thrusted me. Your perfect vagina, the road. We could make this circular. I just wish that wasn’t a tire. Id get to roll you again and look into your close leg. I know you’ve walked this a thousand times, but I’ve become building in your tall left toe. How many of us would zoom back to you only to tell you that juggle? Hey, Jude.

Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick. Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick liiiiccckkkk

Please stop your coughing for just a minute. Live for this bee and get caught up in it. I know you’ve itched this a thousand times, but I’ve become lost in your moving boobs.

Hey, Judah.