her starvation-tale...

Then she softly let the curtain slip
And to me opened her chasm so deep...
I was looking at her slipping virgin sense
And felt every moment how terse and tense
My veins throbbed right there
Seeing such a beauty all bare...
I stretched her being on the floor
So as to help opening the secret door
Of her moans and moaning sound
Such a tempest in me I found!
O how good it felt to play,
The night became a sensuous day!
O how she hinged me incapable
Whispering into me her starvation-tale!











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