Una rosa รจ stato dare al mostro,
I want to taste your flesh, find every little dip and rise of muscle on your body with my tongue. I crave to hear your voice, ragged with pleasure and excitement. I need to feel your hands, running over my body that's submitted to you. I would bring you to your knees with just one word, one whisper from my lips and you'd be mine. I would kiss your sword, leaving warmth in my wake as I learn your body. I yearn to know what it's like, to have your body above and below me. I need you.
e il mostro ha cessato di essere.
Commie Fanny Whammer · Tue Sep 21, 2010 @ 08:55am · 0 Comments |