Dunno

It might sound strange but ive already found the tightest love,
a light found out of my range a steady sound from the whitest dove,
no whit mound rolled page or a heavy round on the driest puff,
coz a slight sound showed her rage now ready to spend pounds on the finest love,
no hench crowd or slightest rub im sure shes playing hard to get,
but im drenched not drowned like a tigress cub laying in grass thats wet,
and like a thirst quenched im downed trying to impress saying her arse is best,
then sitting on a bench i frowned having to confess bout the scars made on my chest,
then she got undressed, no art on her breast shes like no other ive seen,
a hot empress, a master of sex shes southern comfort sweet!