I am the serpent Warmed by the heat of your sun Asleep until woken Letting the rain into my window My curtains billowing, sails upon a ship Bound for unknown lands, each seagull A beacon of hope, each cloud A sign post, the distant shapes of...
He who inspires every kinky desire, sends chills up my spine makes me drunk as fine wine. Each day I’m starting to think about him more, that kinky lover of mine out on the west shore. He’s knocked other bad...
