The signs
Drifting in the wind
Sketches my secret
Exposing heated desire
Blazing a fire
Played by soft candle’s
Feelin moldable
The passageway kneading the blade
Into a pulsating pleasure
Through the arch door
More,
further
more
Drifting in the wind
Sketches my secret
Exposing heated desire
Blazing a fire
Played by soft candle’s
Feelin moldable
The passageway kneading the blade
Into a pulsating pleasure
Through the arch door
More,
further
more