You're a poet. And you didn't even know it.
minnesota man Reviewed by minnesota man on . "Ira" (A sexual scribe) ??Ira? Emerald eyes of most sullen sheen pierce the soul, those eyes of green. A gaze of relentless stormy sky ache the seduction drawing nigh. Her tender heart, like the Monarchs wing, pounds in fury for the coming king, the butterfly bosom thus leads astray Rating: 5