26 April 2012
Her beauty unsurpassed, Laying on a yellow circle. She looks into my eyes, And my senses are made fools.
There must be something hidden, Is this just not meant to be? I tremble at the thought She's not thinking this of me.
Inked to the total brim, With much of a story behind. Looks penetrate every wall I don't think she'll be mine.
But O, the fun, the thrill! It's unlike any other. Her leather boots and corset set Make me melt like butter.
Her • Opuss № I