Black Beauty
Enclave negro barbet speechless beauty,Her body a gimp dancing queen,
Bright, black, curly hair,
Girdle to emotions of fere,
And hallan to exposed comfort.
The legs soft, juicy and flexible,
Smiles a round septic wound,
Crying from a sharp smelling pain,
A direful dipsas of lust,
That beats love an old fere.
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