dripping…
like dewdrops melting off
petal soft clouds…
i am…
ripened by your tongue…
watching sun…light my fire…
burning in core proximity to your
thrust in to me…
into me…
you dance dangerously…
binding our ring kept
promises to bedpost harnesses…
yeeeaaahh…
baby scream my name you know
nothing's the same…after this…
baby…turn me over…
flip me around…
let me show you sixty nine morsels
of this vanilla fantasy…
flavored in full fidelity…
I wanna be your bitch…
tonight... |
