автор: StillYourPain

Too strong for temptation
Till one gets to taste
His tongue in her mouth
And
The raw breath of his lust
On her neck
The steaming hot iron
He`s pushing in her
Right. Between. Her. Thighs.
Blacksmith of fantasy
Clouded by smoke
Oh how my mind roams
Your sinister workshop
While trying to refuse
His gift, then moan for deeper .. deeper ...
Dancing the dance of filth
My dress are these sweaty sheets
Milky drops on my face - pearly necklace
And no need for rouge
When my cheeks are flaring
My master and my mount,
How good it feels
To be devoured
So tear at my pleasure,
Strike at my sweet core ...
Cold, cold is your kingdom
Yet today your temple found
Another priestess.