Mutter 2

I'm still hangin' over your sunshine
waiting for silence and a tight texture of empathy
My flesh is pampering destiny,
while my blood is rising and tickling in a slow whisper.
I missing what it has been rumored in covens
those highways of excited treasured agony
and that pain that speeds my emotions
while you cum in a ecstatic howling...

What I should do to cross my legs again between you sinful memory?

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