Do they really love me?
We kiss again,
He starts to move down my body,
His kissed tickle me,
And I laugh’
He laughs at my laugh,
It’s more like his normal mad man cackle,
I smile,
He lefts his head,
His eyes show me that he,
Is full of energy,
His hyper activity is kicking in,
He never takes any medicine for it,
Any more,
I love him,
I’m now sure that he loves me,
I the psychic vampire,
Love the shock rocker keyboardist,
Is that rough?
Is that right?
Do I care about that?
Does he?
Should he?
Should I?
We kiss,
His tongue slips in my mouth,
And one of his hands moves up my skirt,
And slips his finger in me,
I let a moan seep out my lips,
And let him take me
Bondage. My lips move down his soft pale skin,
As his hand touches my breast,
We kiss,
Each kiss we take is more passionate than they other,
He tells me that he loves me,
But is that so?
Does he really love me?
Does he really want me?
I tell him that I love him,
I say it like I mean it,
He laughs at the tone of my voice,
His laugh is not like his normal mad man cackle,
It is more smooth and sexy,
His voice is deep,
His hair is a deep golden yellow,
His eyes are hazel,
More brown that green,
I could get lost in them,
But are we really in love?
I feel him kiss my neck,
Ever so softly,
His kisses are like silk,
Do I say good bye?
Do I say hello?
Do I welcome him in me?
Do I say no?
I welcome him,
I let him do as he please,
As we lay side by side,
I hold his hand,
His breath is heavy,
In time it evens out,
We look at each other
And wonder…….
. . She still didn't resist so he now know she was up for it
Do they really love me?
We kiss again,
He starts to move down my body,
His kissed tickle me,
And I laugh’
He laughs at my laugh,
It’s more like his normal mad man cackle,
I smile,
He lefts his head,
His eyes show me that he,
Is full of energy,
His hyper activity is kicking in,
He never takes any medicine for it,
Any more,
I love him,
I’m now sure that he loves me,
I the psychic vampire,
Love the shock rocker keyboardist,
Is that rough?
Is that right?
Do I care about that?
Does he?
Should he?
Should I?
We kiss,
His tongue slips in my mouth,
And one of his hands moves up my skirt,
And slips his finger in me,
I let a moan seep out my lips,
And let him take me
Bondage. My lips move down his soft pale skin,
As his hand touches my breast,
We kiss,
Each kiss we take is more passionate than they other,
He tells me that he loves me,
But is that so?
Does he really love me?
Does he really want me?
I tell him that I love him,
I say it like I mean it,
He laughs at the tone of my voice,
His laugh is not like his normal mad man cackle,
It is more smooth and sexy,
His voice is deep,
His hair is a deep golden yellow,
His eyes are hazel,
More brown that green,
I could get lost in them,
But are we really in love?
I feel him kiss my neck,
Ever so softly,
His kisses are like silk,
Do I say good bye?
Do I say hello?
Do I welcome him in me?
Do I say no?
I welcome him,
I let him do as he please,
As we lay side by side,
I hold his hand,
His breath is heavy,
In time it evens out,
We look at each other
And wonder…….
. . She still didn't resist so he now know she was up for it
Do they really love me?
We kiss again,
He starts to move down my body,
His kissed tickle me,
And I laugh’
He laughs at my laugh,
It’s more like his normal mad man cackle,
I smile,
He lefts his head,
His eyes show me that he,
Is full of energy,
His hyper activity is kicking in,
He never takes any medicine for it,
Any more,
I love him,
I’m now sure that he loves me,
I the psychic vampire,
Love the shock rocker keyboardist,
Is that rough?
Is that right?
Do I care about that?
Does he?
Should he?
Should I?
We kiss,
His tongue slips in my mouth,
And one of his hands moves up my skirt,
And slips his finger in me,
I let a moan seep out my lips,
And let him take me
Bondage. My lips move down his soft pale skin,
As his hand touches my breast,
We kiss,
Each kiss we take is more passionate than they other,
He tells me that he loves me,
But is that so?
Does he really love me?
Does he really want me?
I tell him that I love him,
I say it like I mean it,
He laughs at the tone of my voice,
His laugh is not like his normal mad man cackle,
It is more smooth and sexy,
His voice is deep,
His hair is a deep golden yellow,
His eyes are hazel,
More brown that green,
I could get lost in them,
But are we really in love?
I feel him kiss my neck,
Ever so softly,
His kisses are like silk,
Do I say good bye?
Do I say hello?
Do I welcome him in me?
Do I say no?
I welcome him,
I let him do as he please,
As we lay side by side,
I hold his hand,
His breath is heavy,
In time it evens out,
We look at each other
And wonder…….
. . She still didn't resist so he now know she was up for it
Robin Tunney nude - End of Days (1999)