Up in the cabin for a weekend with you
Of course the parents have to come along too...
Smell my hair
Does it smell nice...
Faith Healer comes in a dream
Tactile illusion of lover, mother...
I've crossed over forbidden,
Letting my sins take over...
Her words fall on deaf ears.
His hand covers her mouth, whispers no more...
Two moist bodies join;
rolling in the lustful sand...
We sit here and stare at each other
At having an argument...
Seductively warm honey,
dripping down your body...
Lacey black garter catching your eye,
simply skimpy fabric above my thighs...
The delicacy of a kiss is far more superior than
the mere acquaintance of seduction...
My skin molds to yours;
friction creates perfect art...
Your lips are like a canvas
to paint my own upon...