Spring leaf’s dewy drop;
Sarah’s pussy softly weeps
And glistens for me.
Sunday afternoon
Melancholy time for me;
Her smile like summer sun
The fall leaves dropping
Un-mourned to the forest floor;
Her breasts lift me up
Snow drifts, orange fence
Deep shadows lengthen into night;
Soft thighs op’ning wide
Spring flowers open buds
Sarah’s pussy glistening
The earth full of hope
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