Your flirt finds me out Teases the crack in me Smittens me with hope Possibly maybe, possibly maybe, possibly maybe. As much as I definitely enjoy solitude
His wicked sense of humour Suggests exciting sex His fingers focus on her Touches, he's venus as a boy. He believes in beauty He's venus as a boy He
Darling stop confusing me With your wishful thinking Hopeful embraces Don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here where No-one cares
I'm a fountain of blood In the shape of a girl You're the bird on the brim Hypnotised by the Whirl Drink me, make me feel real Wet your beak in the stream
Through the warmthest Cord of care Your love was sent to me I'm not sure What to do with it Or where to put it I'm so close to tear And so close to
I wake up And the day feels Broken I tilt my head I'm trying to get an angle 'Cause the evening I've always longed for It could still happen How do I
I can sense it Something important Is about to happen It's coming up. It takes courage to enjoy it The hardcore and the gentle Big time sensuality.
Who would have known That a boy like him Would have entered me lightly Restoring my blisses Who would have known That a boy like him After sharing my
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Pedalling through The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved
Treading The glacier head Looking hard for Moments of shine From twilight To twilight Ahhhhh... Utter mundane Aurora Goddess sparkle Shoot me Beyond
(From the poem "Wade" by E.E. Cummings) I will wade out Till my thighs are steeped In burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth And leap into the
(Original from : Console - Rocket In The Pocket : Crabcraft) I have a recurrent dream Everytime I loose my voice I swallow little glowing lights My mother
One hand love the other So much on me Born stubborn me Will always be Before you count One two three I will have grown my own private branch Of this
She touched My arm And smiled One of these days Soon Very soon Love you 'til then Love you 'til then Feel my breath On your neck And your heart Will
Bjork : Clatter, crash, clack Racket, bang, thump Rattle, clang, crack, thud, whack, bam! It's music Now dance Listen, Cvalda You're the dancer You
It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Oh I It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Oh I
Black night is falling The sun is gone to bed The innocent are dreaming As you should sleepy-head Sleepy-head, sleepy-head All the love above I send