On my right wrist, to get caught by ivy, a dream I dream not to fall in.
At a spa to play table tennis, to shake her tits, to shoot easy shots for her.
Even if ants ought not to see, a rakugan ; dry confection of starch and sugar you will?
A broadsword to fall and run, a runny nose her cocu has.
Several times to fold extra flesh, and sit down, on her thighs.