*With a silken cloth and some silken ties
he binds her hands and covers her eyes*
*A single feather and a bucket of ice
to tickle her senses so very nice*
*Searing passion causes her to tingle
when melting ice and tongue do mingle*
*Moans of pleasure does fill the night
when together as one, passion takes flight*
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
*With a silken cloth and some silken ties
he binds her hands and covers her eyes*
*A single feather and a bucket of ice
to tickle her senses so very nice*
*Searing passion causes her to tingle
when melting ice and tongue do mingle*
*Moans of pleasure does fill the night
when together as one, passion takes flight*
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