The wind is clawing the roof again my love,
the screaming passion tearing down the iron,
like nails on sensitive flesh.
the pain is daring and fresh.
Shes pouring under the door now my love,
Shes dancing around your feet,
watching you and touching you,
exciting you and thrilling you.
Grab her in that moment my love,
hold her in her rapture,
held firm in female capture,
embrace your wildest nature,
then swim in tender tempers all through this september.
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
The wind is clawing the roof again my love,
the screaming passion tearing down the iron,
like nails on sensitive flesh.
the pain is daring and fresh.
Shes pouring under the door now my love,
Shes dancing around your feet,
watching you and touching you,
exciting you and thrilling you.
Grab her in that moment my love,
hold her in her rapture,
held firm in female capture,
embrace your wildest nature,
then swim in tender tempers all through this september.
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