A Kinkster Is Born: An Ode To Stripes
"Bell dreams of little red lines as outside a storm rages."
A crash of thunder; a growl of the Beast.Amidst the storm to hide my pleas,That fateful night just you and me.A crash of thunder; a snarl of the Beast.My legs do quiver, my soul doth soar,Naked before thee, I'm yours...