His trim and beautiful body laid out on the floor,
Chest rising and falling,
She watches silently from the door,
The voices are calling.
Whispers in her ears,
Eyes glazed in a trance,
He could allay her fears,
with an immodest dance.
Her ***** are burning,
Pain would sooth her yearning.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
His trim and beautiful body laid out on the floor,
Chest rising and falling,
She watches silently from the door,
The voices are calling.
Whispers in her ears,
Eyes glazed in a trance,
He could allay her fears,
with an immodest dance.
Her ***** are burning,
Pain would sooth her yearning.
