Slide your hand up my thigh
You're making me blush.
Just the tips of your fingers
Why do they call it a "crush"?
Every inch you move over
I cant take much more
Lying under warm covers
And your scent, i adore
I'm losing myself
And i know you enjoy this
If I call you Master,
The night ends in bliss
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Slide your hand up my thigh
You're making me blush.
Just the tips of your fingers
Why do they call it a "crush"?
Every inch you move over
I cant take much more
Lying under warm covers
And your scent, i adore
I'm losing myself
And i know you enjoy this
If I call you Master,
The night ends in bliss
