“Are you coming,” she said, with that look in her eye,That bewitching look that could melt the coldest heart,And in that instant I became her willing slaveForever condemned to do her every bidding. “Are you coming,” she said, with a tilt...
“Are you coming,” she said, with that look in her eye,That bewitching look that could melt the coldest heart,And in that instant I became her willing slaveForever condemned to do her every bidding. “Are you coming,” she said, with a tilt...