O Sweetheart,
some guys might,
but I don't mind
you sitting above me.
O Darling,
it gives me
great pleasure
to watch our
sacred-connection,
to see the kind looks
on your pretty face
as you move
up and down,
to and fro.
O Honey,
you know exactly
what you do to me,
glide so playfully,
so effortlessly
on my lying-position.
O My Love,
you are a Rare Goddess,
your meekness goes
out the window
behind our closed doors,
And like me,
you want
more & more.
O Rare Goddess,
I am your loyal subject,
I will oblige your
sacred-whim
willingly,
not fight it,
I beg of you,
please take me
to your Queendom!
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
O Sweetheart,
some guys might,
but I don't mind
you sitting above me.
O Darling,
it gives me
great pleasure
to watch our
sacred-connection,
to see the kind looks
on your pretty face
as you move
up and down,
to and fro.
O Honey,
you know exactly
what you do to me,
glide so playfully,
so effortlessly
on my lying-position.
O My Love,
you are a Rare Goddess,
your meekness goes
out the window
behind our closed doors,
And like me,
you want
more & more.
O Rare Goddess,
I am your loyal subject,
I will oblige your
sacred-whim
willingly,
not fight it,
I beg of you,
please take me
to your Queendom!
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