Point your finger at me, my darling Who has beckoned me with a promise of shiver I want to stand in front of you bare and willing Cover me with your touch, lead me to the bed I am an usurpt town Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end I am not in charge of your tender hands To obey is my duty, delight's my desire I love you so much and I want your love in return I thrive under your fingers, my lips call your name Take my hot breath, adore my passionate body Caress my twin roes, drink from my flower Unless you make me love you so much that it enslaves me, I’ll never be free And I'll never be ful… Read more
