The scent of a woman was not mine...
Welcome home darling
Did you miss me?
Wish to dwell in dear love?
Touch my milklike skin
Feel the ocean
Lick my deepest
Hear the starry choir
Rip off this lace
That keeps me imprisoned
But beware of the enchantment
For my eroticism is oblivion
Old love lies deep you said
Deeper shall be the wound between your legs
Submitted by walter at Fri 14 Mar, 2008 1:54 am
Author: ?
Composer: ?
Publisher: Ranka Publishing
Published in: 1997
Language: English
Available on: Angels Fall First (1997)
Also available in: French
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