0 0 hace 2 años
38 Sesiones 1 Descargas

You scratch your nails across my windows,
nightly you scream outside my door
and now I hear your high heels slapping
staccato taps across my floors
then your spirit makes it’s entrance
from the absence of your tomb
and though I still can’t see
your tear stained face
I can smell your sweet perfume…..

Then you press your ectoplasm
against me smothering my flesh
bringing me icy cold orgasms
as our souls converge and mesh….
I know I promised you forever
but I did not realize
I would be ... Más informaciones

Síguenos en Facebook

Copyright 2019 - Spreaker Inc. a Voxnest Company - Crea un podcast - New York, NY