Quarta, 04 Março 2009 @ 18:51
My fingers are screening through your hair,
gentle whispers streaming through the air,
while I hold your hips dreaming without a care.
We look around and no one is to be found,
i slide around and lower you to the ground,
as we go down no one can stop us now.
The desire of our fire,
i admire how you take me higher,
you inspire me to increase the fire.
I slide your shirt off with little work,
you smile and smirk for there's no room for hurt,
it's worth every second as we continue to flirt.
I position with ease as I pull you on top of me,
my fantasy finally turned quickly reality,
sweet melodies as I speak softly to you, from me. Todos os participantes devem ter pelo menos 18 anos de idade.