I will put a spell on you, I won't play fair, I may do it because I dare
I stand upon the mountain of my desire,
I whisper your name into the wind, my body clothed in fire.
My arms implore," Come to me!"
Immerse yourself in the depths of my stormy sea.
My lust for you will be the fever in your blood,
You shall be swept away in my passion's flood.
Once you are consumed in my flame,
There shall be a raging fire that cannot be contained.
I will conjure you at my will,
My hunger is great, I must be filled.
Devil or Angel, which shall I be in your sight?
I shall erase all memory of wrong or right.
Baby, come to me and suckle at my breast,
Once you do, I shall be your only lover, you shall forget all the rest.
I am a wanton woman, I shall never play fair,
I am bold and will bewitch because I dare!
Come, Come and meet your doom,
Bury your erection within my tomb!
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Reviews of "Call Of The Wild"
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2007
I'm coming dear..
I've forgotten all them other lovers..
I'm a suckling breast man
I is yores...
Love the way you write..
Hugs,
Ron
Hooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! said the wolf from within the wild.
He was hungry and he was horny, taking whicheve came first.
He too doesn't play fair.
Georg
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
I've forgotten all them other lovers..
I'm a suckling breast man
I is yores...
Love the way you write..
Hugs,
Ron
write SC.Nice
stan nassano
Fee
He was hungry and he was horny, taking whicheve came first.
He too doesn't play fair.
Georg