To say;
the movement of her walk a work
of art would be too cliche...
Remember how a Riesling falls
all sweet into a glass,
all swirling round the bottom;
well it reminds me of her ass.
The sheerness of her silken skin,
the warmth when sunlight hits.
The champaign coloured rays of light
that land upon her as she sits...
the movement of her walk a work
of art would be too cliche...
Remember how a Riesling falls
all sweet into a glass,
all swirling round the bottom;
well it reminds me of her ass.
The sheerness of her silken skin,
the warmth when sunlight hits.
The champaign coloured rays of light
that land upon her as she sits...
