Sinful nights, but who's to see?
That with a burning passion, I work for pleasure
Graced I am to feel your touch
And enveloped in bliss, I must concede
Rooted within my soul I yearn
For salvation from this hard, hard life
To indulge myself in all of you
And soak in the waters of your love
To overwhelm, and drown in rapture
My mind as yet, a glorious temple
My words a sermon, unto all
Gianna, my love, forever yours
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 2:18am on Nov 14, 2024 via server WEBX1.