As the peals of your laughter ring a silver bell aloud,
Being trapped in your boudoir, sinks in to my consciousness,
Every single time your desire moans softly in pleasure,
It's hard to find an escape route, from this happy entrapment.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
As the peals of your laughter ring a silver bell aloud,
Being trapped in your boudoir, sinks in to my consciousness,
Every single time your desire moans softly in pleasure,
It's hard to find an escape route, from this happy entrapment.
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