30 July 2012
In a skirt she climb's ben nevis, the wind; it whistles through her crevice. She gives a view to all below, those wide eyed guys don't wanna go.
Her rosy rump shines in the sun, she slips and grabs and round she's spun. Showing quim: her lady garden, wide eyed guys so quick to harden.
She get's real high and outa sight, wide eyed rage at pants less tight. Their lust has drained; replaced by spite, as the wide eyed snarl and begin to fight.
They goug wide eye's with awfull might, they punch and tear headbutt and bite. Frustration, rage; SHE DOES EXCITE!
As this daughter's brought a slaughter just by gaining some height.
The Wide Eyed Want • Opuss № I