Making a Mountain out of a Mogul I discover another wonder ‑‑ When my dry hand Strokes slowly down the milky slope of your cool breast Your soft little nipple Climbs skyward to excited heights Suddenly becoming a firm, rough mountain.
Making a Mountain out of a Mogul
I discover another wonder ‑‑
When my dry hand
Strokes slowly down the milky slope of your cool breast
Your soft little nipple
Climbs skyward to excited heights
Suddenly becoming a firm, rough mountain.