Whistling,
She's a Kettle.
Miss Tea Pot,
Surely Hot,
Handle With Care.
Rake or Dream,
Looking Miss Cashpot,
Ace of Spade,
Winnings.
Donation or Charity,
Pleasure for Eyes,
Her Gratuity.
Ms. Four Leaf Clover.
Senorita Leprechaun,
Mirror Mirror,
Hers Truly.
Sweet Cheek,
Kisses Imminent,
Taste the Rainbow.
Prayer is Real,
She's a Walking Miracle,
So Surreal,
Many Say,
African Barbie Doll,
Made In China.
Did She Really Birth From Mom's Vagina🤷♂️👀😍
Ashamed Not, If Faint,
She's a Beauty.
To Love Her Superbad,
Baby Call Me McLoving.
21 or Over,
She's Illegally Sweet,
License & Registration,
Please Show ID.
OK All Clear,
Gwaan Through Miss Donut.
Girl Sweet 🎂😍👑
Hopefully Soon,
Pull Up To your Bumper, Puppy Tail, Indicator,
Mumma Heavy.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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