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Pillthrill
Bluelighter
Pure crap...lol
My Love
Your skin glows like the Strawberry, blossoms nice as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of handbeams and hold next to my foor.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of hot choloate.
As my nose falls from my pants, it reminds me of your desk.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scream of the day.
My heated head leaps to my socks. I wait in the moonlight for your secret rain so that we may running as one, head to head, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical horse of love.
My Love
Your skin glows like the Strawberry, blossoms nice as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of handbeams and hold next to my foor.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of hot choloate.
As my nose falls from my pants, it reminds me of your desk.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scream of the day.
My heated head leaps to my socks. I wait in the moonlight for your secret rain so that we may running as one, head to head, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical horse of love.
The_Idler
Bluelighter
"My heated head leaps to my socks."
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
d-phex
Bluelighter
My Love
Your skin glows like the squashbanana, blossoms priggish as the frangipani in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your tamborine voice and leaps like a meerkat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great boobie wing.
I am comforted by your assless chaps that I carry into the twilight of godbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of pomegranate juice.
As my toes falls from my corduroy, it reminds me of your book.
In the quiet, I listen for the last screeching of the day.
My heated phalanges leaps to my boot-straps. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pocket protector so that we may fuck as one, phalanges to phalanges, in search of the magnificient green and mystical kiss of love.
Your skin glows like the squashbanana, blossoms priggish as the frangipani in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your tamborine voice and leaps like a meerkat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great boobie wing.
I am comforted by your assless chaps that I carry into the twilight of godbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of pomegranate juice.
As my toes falls from my corduroy, it reminds me of your book.
In the quiet, I listen for the last screeching of the day.
My heated phalanges leaps to my boot-straps. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pocket protector so that we may fuck as one, phalanges to phalanges, in search of the magnificient green and mystical kiss of love.
LoveAlways
Bluelighter
lmao hahah
Your skin glows like the banana, blossoms nasty as the lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cowbell voice and leaps like a mountian goat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your slippers that I carry into the twilight of keyboardbeams and hold next to my pinky toe.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of green tea.
As my eyebrow falls from my bra, it reminds me of your hotel.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scratching of the day.
My heated heel leaps to my sock. I wait in the moonlight for your secret marijuana so that we may sing as one, heel to heel, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical hair of love.
Your skin glows like the banana, blossoms nasty as the lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cowbell voice and leaps like a mountian goat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your slippers that I carry into the twilight of keyboardbeams and hold next to my pinky toe.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of green tea.
As my eyebrow falls from my bra, it reminds me of your hotel.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scratching of the day.
My heated heel leaps to my sock. I wait in the moonlight for your secret marijuana so that we may sing as one, heel to heel, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical hair of love.
RareForm
Bluelight Crew
my girlfriend will love this..
Your skin glows like the apricot, blossoms effervescent as the cherry blossom in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trumpet voice and leaps like a giraffe at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great hummingbird wing.
I am comforted by your breasts that I carry into the twilight of riverbeams and hold next to my face.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of tea.
As my eyes falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your forest.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of the day.
My heated hands leaps to my shoes. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pillow so that we may caress as one, hands to hands, in search of the magnificient green and mystical Saint of love
Your skin glows like the apricot, blossoms effervescent as the cherry blossom in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trumpet voice and leaps like a giraffe at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great hummingbird wing.
I am comforted by your breasts that I carry into the twilight of riverbeams and hold next to my face.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of tea.
As my eyes falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your forest.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of the day.
My heated hands leaps to my shoes. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pillow so that we may caress as one, hands to hands, in search of the magnificient green and mystical Saint of love
discopupils
Bluelighter
Your skin glows like the Penis, blossoms thrusting as the Lady garden in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your hairy banjo voice and leaps like a pussy at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Cockatoo wing.
I am comforted by your jock strap that I carry into the twilight of dildobeams and hold next to my tits.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Cum.
As my balls falls from my bondage gear, it reminds me of your vibrator.
In the quiet, I listen for the last orgasm moan of the day.
My heated anus leaps to my handcuffs. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pelvic thrust so that we may ejaculate as one, anus to anus, in search of the magnificient white and mystical cock ring of love.
The opportunity was staring me in the face, I absolutely had to.
I cannot stop laughing.
"I wait in the moonlight for your secret pelvic thrust so that we may ejaculate as one, anus to anus"
epic lolz.
My heart follows your hairy banjo voice and leaps like a pussy at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Cockatoo wing.
I am comforted by your jock strap that I carry into the twilight of dildobeams and hold next to my tits.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Cum.
As my balls falls from my bondage gear, it reminds me of your vibrator.
In the quiet, I listen for the last orgasm moan of the day.
My heated anus leaps to my handcuffs. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pelvic thrust so that we may ejaculate as one, anus to anus, in search of the magnificient white and mystical cock ring of love.
The opportunity was staring me in the face, I absolutely had to.
I cannot stop laughing.
"I wait in the moonlight for your secret pelvic thrust so that we may ejaculate as one, anus to anus"
epic lolz.