my sadness grows solemn in its painhurt a feeling, I can read peoplebut they deny the truthsure, you've seen itlike the husband having an affair and denying itlost in emotions none of them validatedmy thoughts find you but you...

in my waiting time I think of youpure beauty and longingwistful understanding to desireyour western drawl remindeds me of summermy passion stirred and I feel the pangs againto go down south and meet you barefoot in the grassmy soul...

come unto me undone you are biddenbut be forewarned I am wickedslipping into your consciencespilling my venoman elixr to all your craveopen and pure to what ailsseek and you will find me waitingconcealed in the shadowsawaiting your presence in...

my somberest feelings find youwith deep affection I greettouching your depths so you will know mewading in the deep so you would see the woman before youcollecting shadows from whispersthen presenting them to you as giftssecrets of my heart...

flesh divine... slippery feelings astound metasting the dark I squirmpleasing the need I deemit is with much pleasure I introduce myselfa Vixen, salacious with desiretalk to me plainly it's orgasm you want to achievemy lips whisper to your ardorrising...