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
. .
. "It won't go in" I said
He opened a drawer out of the way of the others and pulled out a bottle of lube his parents used. He slapped it on his dick and then he went through easily
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
. .
. "It won't go in" I said
He opened a drawer out of the way of the others and pulled out a bottle of lube his parents used. He slapped it on his dick and then he went through easily
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
. .
. "It won't go in" I said
He opened a drawer out of the way of the others and pulled out a bottle of lube his parents used. He slapped it on his dick and then he went through easily
