D --> Through the gait, how you display your gate, your opulence true, and your mane-so-great D --> Should it be presumed, that it would be fate? D --> That on that lone light, you'd find your dear mate. D --> A mare, STRONG and true, how her swollen pecs perk D --> Her gaze, it lingers, eyes as black as murk D --> Your lips, they tremble, what a piece of work .. D --> To cause your pusher, to fill with such irk #slampoetry #poetry #nsfw #musclebeasts
Kult: +47
Kull: +30
Total: 77
Ratio: 1.57
