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About Me
i've got 100 miles of hardon for ya baby, I've got 100 miles of hardon for ya gal..m..mm..mmm..mmmm....but it's more than just a hardon, it's my pal.
hard workin, braveheart, mountain man. Master carpenter, guitarplayer, singer, motorcycle enthusiast and cyclist...warrior poet....I can supply better pictures on request, and once I've gone gold, it'll be me tickling your ears, with a suggestive tease sending heat down to the depths of your slavic soul. I'll make it my job to have you restless in your seat, wanting to shed clothes from the heat, yet it's cool in the room, for the heat is cumming from you...and baby girl it is soooo...very hot in here...
A high sex drive, good humour, no drama. A love for improving things. An appreciation for a man with the gift of tongues, who gets the most pleasure from giving pleasure, a long, long, long.......very long time! A love for the beach, the mountains, and makin' out by the campfire under the stars,a ride on the back of two throbbing cylinders with the wind in your hair,running wild,wind the song of freedom in your ears,the lust for life and all it holds for you raging in your heart. Born to be wild,yet pleased to rest in your lovers arms,by the soothing crackle of a campfire,at peace in the wild.."Oh the summer time has come,and the trees are sweetly bloomin',and the wild mountain thyme,grows'round the purple heather; Will ye go,lassie,go? (Refrain) And we'll all go together,to pull wild mountain thyme,all around the purple heather; Will ye go,lassie,go? I will build my love a tower,by yon pure crystal fountain, and it's there I will bring,all the flowers of the mountain; Will ye go,lassie go? (Refrain) I will range through the wilds,and the deep land so dreary,and return with the spoils,to the bower of my dearie; Will ye go,lassie,go? (Refrain) If my true love will not come I will surely find another to pull the wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather; Will ye go,lassie,go? (Refrain) Oh the autumn time is comin' and the leaves will soon be fallin' and the b
hard workin, braveheart, mountain man. Master carpenter, guitarplayer, singer, motorcycle enthusiast and cyclist...warrior poet....I can supply better pictures on request, and once I've gone gold, it'll be me tickling your ears, with a suggestive tease sending heat down to the depths of your slavic soul. I'll make it my job to have you restless in your seat, wanting to shed clothes from the heat, yet it's cool in the room, for the heat is cumming from you...and baby girl it is soooo...very hot in here...
A high sex drive, good humour, no drama. A love for improving things. An appreciation for a man with the gift of tongues, who gets the most pleasure from giving pleasure, a long, long, long.......very long time! A love for the beach, the mountains, and makin' out by the campfire under the stars,a ride on the back of two throbbing cylinders with the wind in your hair,running wild,wind the song of freedom in your ears,the lust for life and all it holds for you raging in your heart. Born to be wild,yet pleased to rest in your lovers arms,by the soothing crackle of a campfire,at peace in the wild.."Oh the summer time has come,and the trees are sweetly bloomin',and the wild mountain thyme,grows'round the purple heather; Will ye go,lassie,go? (Refrain) And we'll all go together,to pull wild mountain thyme,all around the purple heather; Will ye go,lassie,go? I will build my love a tower,by yon pure crystal fountain, and it's there I will bring,all the flowers of the mountain; Will ye go,lassie go? (Refrain) I will range through the wilds,and the deep land so dreary,and return with the spoils,to the bower of my dearie; Will ye go,lassie,go? (Refrain) If my true love will not come I will surely find another to pull the wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather; Will ye go,lassie,go? (Refrain) Oh the autumn time is comin' and the leaves will soon be fallin' and the b
