I open you gently, I kiss you with air, the love forever warm.
I ache for your Eden, to master your music, to moan is to mourn.
Perfect twins, swelling with care, hard in heat, with hot honey, all adorn.
Lips, to worship their form, your pulsing pearl, are you ready for a heavy horn?
I ache for your Eden, to master your music, to moan is to mourn.
Perfect twins, swelling with care, hard in heat, with hot honey, all adorn.
Lips, to worship their form, your pulsing pearl, are you ready for a heavy horn?