31 July 2012
Oh baby, feel my silky, sensuous skin Firm, but satin-finished, Dark, stained like ebony.
My legs are long, Slender, Curvaceous. Longing to stand before you, Trembling as you approach me.
Glide your fingers along my sleek, smooth lines. Lay fruit upon me, Like an alter for sexual desire.
I am eternally yours.
I am the most beautiful antique hardwood table you ever spent your money on, baby.
Oh yeah..........
Lay Your Fruit Upon My Altar • Opuss № I