A poem for Mona

One night, I was lucky and we found each other on the bed, although it was hard to kiss and open my arms, laughing, and my cute eyes were going crazy. The color of my face turned blue. I said to be naked, naked, so that we could wash each other. This body and hair. I did his job and he said, "Give me my life so that I can be a virgin. Tear me up." His request was cute, his softness was white, I shivered like a willow, his cock became straight and straight, blood ran to his head, red from the blood on his right head, when someone tried to cut it inwards, I lubricated it. Little by little, someone took Mona's pain. My heart was sad. It was closed with you from day one I am comfortable and at ease, I have heard your words, I have been looking for the lip of my lips from my heart and soul, I have lifted her body with her pressure, my body with tight pressure, thank you, sometimes a little with silence, sometimes with dialogue, all these hours have passed no You said it was not morning, you woke up, you had a dream, that night, our drinker, you woke up early