I negotiated my way through the woods and to the edge of the development
. She worked it hard a methodically until it was huge and throbbing.
Rough. Perhaps she'll see me here
In the cherry grove stunned by her
Yet do I wish for such a glance?
For if she doth think me a fool
Then by what hopes do I live on?
Against the king is this treasonous thought
Oh my I have been seen,
Shall I speak? Call out of my eyes sin and
Beg of her forgiveness?
What is this? She is not mad, but glad
Slowly the oceans of flame, her eyes
Search me with passion,
As her gown rolls off her shoulders
Such a scandalous image of skin
My instincts are barely manageable
Her elaborate lace tight to her skin covers her
And so slightly, White clothes in blessed sin
Am I mad, she does beckon me to her chamber. "My sweet kitten princess
Of furless honey skin,
May it be that you wish
But the pressures of my mouth
Against another part?"
In answer to this she does amaze
She reached for the letter opener
With it cut her bra,
Then with me kneeling upright,
She leaned up and slowly
Traced a bloody heart over my own
I negotiated my way through the woods and to the edge of the development
. She worked it hard a methodically until it was huge and throbbing.
Rough. Perhaps she'll see me here
In the cherry grove stunned by her
Yet do I wish for such a glance?
For if she doth think me a fool
Then by what hopes do I live on?
Against the king is this treasonous thought
Oh my I have been seen,
Shall I speak? Call out of my eyes sin and
Beg of her forgiveness?
What is this? She is not mad, but glad
Slowly the oceans of flame, her eyes
Search me with passion,
As her gown rolls off her shoulders
Such a scandalous image of skin
My instincts are barely manageable
Her elaborate lace tight to her skin covers her
And so slightly, White clothes in blessed sin
Am I mad, she does beckon me to her chamber. "My sweet kitten princess
Of furless honey skin,
May it be that you wish
But the pressures of my mouth
Against another part?"
In answer to this she does amaze
She reached for the letter opener
With it cut her bra,
Then with me kneeling upright,
She leaned up and slowly
Traced a bloody heart over my own
I negotiated my way through the woods and to the edge of the development
. She worked it hard a methodically until it was huge and throbbing.
Rough. Perhaps she'll see me here
In the cherry grove stunned by her
Yet do I wish for such a glance?
For if she doth think me a fool
Then by what hopes do I live on?
Against the king is this treasonous thought
Oh my I have been seen,
Shall I speak? Call out of my eyes sin and
Beg of her forgiveness?
What is this? She is not mad, but glad
Slowly the oceans of flame, her eyes
Search me with passion,
As her gown rolls off her shoulders
Such a scandalous image of skin
My instincts are barely manageable
Her elaborate lace tight to her skin covers her
And so slightly, White clothes in blessed sin
Am I mad, she does beckon me to her chamber. "My sweet kitten princess
Of furless honey skin,
May it be that you wish
But the pressures of my mouth
Against another part?"
In answer to this she does amaze
She reached for the letter opener
With it cut her bra,
Then with me kneeling upright,
She leaned up and slowly
Traced a bloody heart over my own
