THE PLEASURE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER

When the win-win night unbridles,
To rattle with starry galaxies,
to dance dillydally on cricky cricket melodies, to make the moon magnificent, so shall I be with thee.

So shall I be with be thee forever to curb thy quiver, to imbibe thy shiver out from your bossom, with my tingling fresh fingers, stretched downward to where you want,

How long will thee let thy nipple burn?
How heavy is thy milk on thy hard-core? Tarry not, Feel now the wet pleasure of the highest order.

Por, As ripe as Canaan’s Pome, as sweet as rain forest honey, shall I make thee feel the wet pleasures of the highest order.

How long will thee let thy nipples burn?
How heavy is thy milk on thy hard-core? Tarry not, Feel now the wet pleasure of the highest order.

Por, I’ve awaited to steal away your sorrow, just to be with thee from nights till dawn, all day long, alias forever more.

How long will thee let thy nipples burn?
How heavy is thy milk on thy hard-core? Tarry not, Feel now the wet pleasure of the highest order.

Let your hunger be mine to satiate,
Let your viginae be mine to explore,
Lets your legs be mine to feast on,
Let’s your cumming turn rain waters,
Let your heavy panting be mine to seal. Oh my darling,

hover o’er, ‘O my moon moaner?

Feel now the pleasure of the highest order. For I will forever be thy fair-hair lover,

Feel now, the wet pleasure of the highest order, ’cause I loves you very much beyond any treasure that is in this world.

Oh my darling feel now, the wet pleasure of the highest order