Am I, She is, I know, She wants, I concede
Am I, She provokes, I indulge, She makes, I concede
Open her eyes, evoke her sedition, to some just a fantasy but her seduction arouses the deepest of desire.
The darker the angel a damsel not destress. My princess or my prisoner our pleasure none the less. My thoughts have no guilt with my eyes I undress. No misconception I'll give and I'll take like we are writing a novel or movie part that we make, each encounter will suggest new boundaries we break.
Clarissa Kent all by day hidden away by disguise this superwomen of sex no limits arise. Partners in pleasure creators of each quest as I tear at her clothes such beauty undressed.
What's naughty by thought, all given I take, the slutty by nature and stripper she beset, she gives to my plan, she pleads to submit. I enter her story granted in trust. For she is my angel just fallen to our lust.
No apprehension or no fear what more can I say. The creators of stories and how they arise, her touch and tingle, her fun all alone as I watch and I encourage as I pick up my phone.
When opens her eyes so wide as to say come round and just fuck morning noon night and day.
Don't set the next story play a role each character I portray her dumure so suggestive and her her body a delight. Her moans, her deep breath the thoughts they provoke my student, my stripper, my slave or my slut, my goddess, my addiction all passion no regret. We evoke on our need and need for pleasure is now set. The story now continues the pace is now set the gorgeous girl such a lady I see as my luck.
Am I, she i, was can I imply be my cheerleader, my seductress the dreamer the dream Am I wrong she's my right as I take off her clothes at noon or the morning or write through the night.