Tonight let's go to my place,
light some candles, lock the door.
We'll have your dainty wrists and ankles
bound and shackled on the floor.
Those bright red rosebud lips
will scream my name and beg for more.
I've got some plans for you
my fragile love - my filthy *****
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Tonight let's go to my place,
light some candles, lock the door.
We'll have your dainty wrists and ankles
bound and shackled on the floor.
Those bright red rosebud lips
will scream my name and beg for more.
I've got some plans for you
my fragile love - my filthy *****
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