I cannot decide Which vexes me more: your gaze Or its withdrawal.
Upon her fingers, Her G string dangles, thirst so Savage must I slake
Tittering bird, my Love rises anew with you, My dewy blossom.
Root: My root is connected to safety, to the feeling of well being. I feel my power rise when I seal it, and increase my
Astrüm-wurld Sabena knew she wasn’t alone the moment they arrived. They were in her dreams again. The two horned gods. She didn’t know if they
I wanna get on all fours and feel you poking, throbbing and conquering the depths of me I didn’t know could feel pleasure. I want