I want the dress and I want it now To be worn by me and torn by you By your hands the Dress to be felt When it falls on my curves and crevices The owner of the dress To be lifted by her Man Waiting with eyes half-closed To o be greeted in the arms and dying for longest passionate kiss Free floating on his lap.
I want the dress and I want it now
ReplyDeleteTo be worn by me and torn by you
By your hands the Dress to be felt
When it falls on my curves and crevices
The owner of the dress
To be lifted by her Man
Waiting with eyes half-closed
To o be greeted in the arms
and dying for longest passionate kiss
Free floating on his lap.
I can walk miles together not an extra mile
ReplyDeleteto let you know dear
Am yours and only yours forever