Her goddess soul demands adoration,
She is a daughter of tempest and night,
Of desire - the last incarnation,
A creature of ethereal light
. She is lissome of line, at times seeming
To move with the heart of the storm.
. It felt like his father had taken me to our bed. It is the vilest word for the place on me that is defiled by my son's attentions
Her goddess soul demands adoration,
She is a daughter of tempest and night,
Of desire - the last incarnation,
A creature of ethereal light
. She is lissome of line, at times seeming
To move with the heart of the storm.
. It felt like his father had taken me to our bed. It is the vilest word for the place on me that is defiled by my son's attentions
Her goddess soul demands adoration,
She is a daughter of tempest and night,
Of desire - the last incarnation,
A creature of ethereal light
. She is lissome of line, at times seeming
To move with the heart of the storm.
. It felt like his father had taken me to our bed. It is the vilest word for the place on me that is defiled by my son's attentions
