Now deep in the languid heart of night she glides
Across the boundless obsidian plain
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
. Any time you want, they already said so. She never slowed down a bit, just kept sucking, it did feel good, I thought that maybe after I'd cummed that it wouldn't feel as good but it did
Now deep in the languid heart of night she glides
Across the boundless obsidian plain
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
. Any time you want, they already said so. She never slowed down a bit, just kept sucking, it did feel good, I thought that maybe after I'd cummed that it wouldn't feel as good but it did
Now deep in the languid heart of night she glides
Across the boundless obsidian plain
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
. Any time you want, they already said so. She never slowed down a bit, just kept sucking, it did feel good, I thought that maybe after I'd cummed that it wouldn't feel as good but it did
