Nature Of Untold Love
A few words on the verge of Tongue
often fails to find its thong
sometimes gazing through the eye
sometimes appealing for breaking in shy
it's been melted on the lips
meandering with dusky hips
And,
Pounded upon in my arms
If it's been urged by any chance.....
often fails to find its thong
sometimes gazing through the eye
sometimes appealing for breaking in shy
it's been melted on the lips
meandering with dusky hips
And,
Pounded upon in my arms
If it's been urged by any chance.....