(T)onight we get *****
(I) prepared all the tools
(E)nter my dark room
(M)ake me suffer. I
(E)njoy the pain
(U)ltimate bliss
(P)leasure attained
(C)andle wax poured on my skin
(H)umiliate me im hankering after it
(O)n my knees i ll beg for it
(K)eep me on the line
(E)nsure my spice
(M)ake me lose control
(E)mmerse my soul
Words Of Harfouchism
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
(T)onight we get *****
(I) prepared all the tools
(E)nter my dark room
(M)ake me suffer. I
(E)njoy the pain
(U)ltimate bliss
(P)leasure attained
(C)andle wax poured on my skin
(H)umiliate me im hankering after it
(O)n my knees i ll beg for it
(K)eep me on the line
(E)nsure my spice
(M)ake me lose control
(E)mmerse my soul
Words Of Harfouchism
