|
||||
Geschreven door: Piquet Label(s): Gothic Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile. Forsaking the heavens, They sail for a while Close to a heart - all knowing, Close to a soul of flame, As the breezes caress you And the seas speak your name. But who knows your sadness And the thorn of your eye, Your laughter, your passion And your heartrending sigh, Or how your petals of velvet Glisten with dew, When pleasure and fury, Are surging in you? Who lusts for your kisses, And thirsts for your touch? Who keeps all your secrets And needs you so much? I ask you enchantress As I fall to the ground; Wounded and wanton; By love for you downed. The sun is my ally, The stars are my kin The breezes all hear me The seas share my sin; We want you, we fear you, Without you we die, But of all who desire you None loves you like I! 1 You might like one of the following stories: Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Eleven and Twelve(13 minuten)Dagboek - Incest, Oral Sex Family fun Daddy daughter mom son Oral Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Nine and Ten(12 minuten)Dagboek Family orgy Daddy daughter mom son Oral Anal Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Eight(<10 minuten)Dagboek Family orgy Daddy daughter mom son Oral Anal Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Seven(<10 minuten)Family orgy Daddy daughter mom son Oral Anal A Week in Provence - Chapter 1(27 minuten)Fictie This story was inspired by a very good friend and, although fictional, draws on real events. Thanks (or apologies?) are also due to Peter Mayle and Marcel Pagnol. | ||||