| LAST | NEXT |
| START | END |
She
Feels my
Hot gazes
Burn her soft flesh.
Flashes gypsy eyes;
Adjusts smooth, curved angles.
She knows, I'm sure, the power
And the depth of my attraction.
|
WISHFUL THINKING
She Feels my Hot gazes Burn her soft flesh. Flashes gypsy eyes; Adjusts smooth, curved angles. She knows, I'm sure, the power And the depth of my attraction. |