I’m a virginal Casanova without a kiss upon my lips. With narrow hips I’ll take your passion and wrap it around fingers clutching a plump bosom.
I’m a virginal Casanova that has a heart made for love so breathe in the scent of honey on my hair and twin limbs with mine. Curling around each other in delight while lashes flutter in the heat.
I’m a virginal Casanova with deep chocolate eyes who needs no bed to entreat you. Delightful Casanova with hands gloved in innocence and a tongue of silver. Quit witted and clever with ambition to share I’m the inspirational Casanova.
I’m a virginal Casanova that can’t forget what other’s have forgotten. I’m of simple joys and basic pleasure, smiles are the touch I bring; tears never what I bare.
I’m a virginal Casanova worth love but my heat burns those unprepared. I’m a flame licking at my confinements. A flame that would attract, if the heart of men weren’t fragile and in fear of my heat.
I’m a virginal Casanova without a kiss upon my lips to bring pleasure to the one- everyone.
I’m your own Casanova, I’ll take my bow and find more delightful company worth my kiss. I’m a virginal Casanova that takes all you’re unwilling to give, I’ll sneak into windows, through doors you’ve locked yourself in and ravish you in mind and heart.
I’m a virginal Casanova that loves without touch. Burn.
CX_Vox · Fri Apr 06, 2007 @ 08:41pm · 1 Comments |