I'm forty, but I don't smell

I am old neither in the soul nor in the body,

All the same his hot dick

I strive to be always in business!

I love fresh breath

Yunnyh girls in a moment of love,

Their tenderness and charm

Rejuvenate the fire in the blood!

And their nectar, like juice that squeezed

Without preservatives for many years,

And my tongue eats them greedily,

Dancing on ballet pussy!

Poets have no age,

I, too, are the eternal child,

And because of all his

Ebu I girls are not joking!

And how they suck, trying,

As if doing a lesson!

(Fatigue has not come to them yet.

From the long life of the road)

They have every dick yet

For years, the eye is not blurred,

And their delight is so naive

I care every time!

I adore mature women,

But I’m looking for another delight in them:

They fuck, burning everything,

As if waiting for them tomorrow morgue!

About them I sang more than once,

And so my fucking verse

I wrote about those who are few

Even in ebanii comprehended!

Well, well: while I wrote it,

My dick excitement sweat,

Like an undiscovered planet

Already waiting for the freshest klitorok!