Found A Lump On My Bum

It is not much the fairy
About 1m56 she does.
It is not really blonde fairy
Because it is the locks.

She has nimble fingers,
And nothing again.

Macaroons Pistachio, a good coffee
She likes it the fairy.
And the best dessert she does
is the chocolate mousse from the fairy.

She has not had an easy life the fairy, but she
it is made.
He left the man who created it, I wish I knew
bad as had been
A fairy.

His life was like a drawing done wrong,
Colored surpassing.
Leaving White,
As an armchair poorly expanded.

cries muffled
The imperfect love.
Sometimes it is hard, feeling defeated.
Sometimes it is fragile, gentleness fairies.

Sometimes she cries, and nothing works.
Sometimes it loose the laughter of a beautiful effect.

the morning, face rumpled, disheveled
tenderness.
the evening, watching her unfasten,
The desire to eat.
Fairy.
In bed, warm,
whole place and making triumph.
Vilaine fairy.

Who never knows how grew smart
Having always seem to be.
Who never knows how her hair
As if she was struggling to know.

It would leave property on an island and kiffer
Let his hand in the sand, scratching.

It does not combine more than perfect
Fairy.
Love is nevertheless well done,
I love it.
My fairy.