I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife . I hunger for your body over mine
And ache to have you thrusting deep in me. . The father assures the son that granddaddy is fine and sends him to bed. He doesn't eat lunch because he is scared of food poisoning
I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife . I hunger for your body over mine
And ache to have you thrusting deep in me. . The father assures the son that granddaddy is fine and sends him to bed. He doesn't eat lunch because he is scared of food poisoning
I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife . I hunger for your body over mine
And ache to have you thrusting deep in me. . The father assures the son that granddaddy is fine and sends him to bed. He doesn't eat lunch because he is scared of food poisoning
