I want to feel fire run along my nerves,
And feel your semen wash away the world
. I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife.
. . It shot into the air and splattered my outraged mother right in the face
I want to feel fire run along my nerves,
And feel your semen wash away the world
. I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife.
. . It shot into the air and splattered my outraged mother right in the face
I want to feel fire run along my nerves,
And feel your semen wash away the world
. I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife.
. . It shot into the air and splattered my outraged mother right in the face
Kelly michaels