~when desire arrives on wings of ectasy;
Eros flaming, illuminate my blackened soul;
shall I heed this sirens call?
the beckoning of sweet flesh to warm this empty hole~
The end of a good week...yet still much to do.
Eros flaming, illuminate my blackened soul;
shall I heed this sirens call?
the beckoning of sweet flesh to warm this empty hole~
The end of a good week...yet still much to do.