Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Touch By Tim Conerson (2014)

You got hair, flowing everywhere
It's stringy and it's thin
It bounces when you walk
It's jet black and sewn in

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm

I see your booty from over here
I wonder how it could be
Both so soft and so firm
It's magic and it's calling me

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm

Yo' nose and lips are so full
I wanna feel your heat on me
I wanna lock my hand with yours
so you can set me free

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt it
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
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