Her Space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of grace and favour
Her femininity to savour
Oh how I adore her space
Her secret nook and cranny
Oh how I adore her space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of lace and French silk
Her blood red nails and her thighs of milk
Oh how I adore her space
Her space that begs the question
Oh how I adore her space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace to face the morning
Her eyes closed to sleep dream a dawning
Oh how I adore her space
Her dark deep navel awaits
Oh how I adore her space
Francine
Sat 20th Nov 2010 20:26
Oh how I adore his space...
Tu vois... Je pense qu'on pense pareil. ; )