The smell of sweat and the taste of honey
Only feed the heat of my growing fever
A tangled mass of lips and limbs
And whimpers of over stimulation
Like a goddess surrounded by pigs
You outshine those around you
Like a beacon of fire lighting the way
To salvation or damnation, desired all the same
Burn these pigs asunder, wicked goddess
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Enjoyed this one a lot, I like erotic writing and this certainly made me want to wake up my boyfriend, thanks, favorite phrase: "lips and limbs"
QUOTE (slitirist @ Oct 5 2009, 10:25 AM) 
The smell of sweat and the taste of honey
Only feed the heat of my growing fever
A tangled mass of lips and limbs
And whimpers of over stimulation
Like a goddess surrounded by pigs
You outshine those around you
Like a beacon of fire lighting the way
To salvation or damnation, desired all the same
Burn these pigs asunder, wicked goddess
Only feed the heat of my growing fever
A tangled mass of lips and limbs
And whimpers of over stimulation
Like a goddess surrounded by pigs
You outshine those around you
Like a beacon of fire lighting the way
To salvation or damnation, desired all the same
Burn these pigs asunder, wicked goddess
Wicked women, of yes, I like wicked, wicked always works for me, repentance is best left for the dead.
Enjoyed!
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