stiloutte

Just on kiss on my lips will seal your fate...Crimson red and full of poison, a entoxicating mixture of passion and lust...Are we suppose to be in love?....A slow pain as I strap your hands in, and a trickle of pure extasy...I want to put you in my trance...Give it up and let me have my way...Trust me and give yourself completly....The crack of a smooth leather wip on flushed skin, to take away your pain...Look into my eyes and feel the fire that burns inside...My hands are like second natureon your body as a soft flicker of my tongue evokes your inner slave...A new person will emerge into a soft glow of love...Take my gift and run like the wind....It will be forever changing.