karabo

Swear I could see Jesus Christ smiling in your heart. Your eyes are a resting place for angels, voice was pure as virgin Mary. Posture built by slaves of Romanian empire, skin export from the ' fine' leather of Italy. Blood that flow insight you. is no match to Chateau Margaux, lips taste like those cherries I once found in heaven. Your touch felt like that silk from Japan, garden of eden is what define you beauty Russian toys can't kill what I feel for u.