When you take off your dress
Having nothing to add
I am just in a mess,
I am nearly mad…
And my reasons are melted
On the fire you spread,
Since the day when I met you
I’ve been losing my head…
I am wild like a tiger
When I’m feeling your smell,
I’m burning beside you
Like a sinner in hell…
But I bless all these tortures
Asking nothing instead…
I just constantly want you
Being near mad…
On my tenderest goddess,
Golden hair of yours
Is the lasso that holds me
But I’m not at a loss…
I don’t long for the freedom,
I don’t ask for release,
And my soul is bleeding
When you leave me in peace…
. .
Read more. Neither Helen nor Katrina nor I could speak Polish or Serbo-Croat, and neither Magda nor Jagoda was fluent in English or German. But everyone knows that the purpose, the biological purpose, of feminine beauty is to attract males
When you take off your dress
Having nothing to add
I am just in a mess,
I am nearly mad…
And my reasons are melted
On the fire you spread,
Since the day when I met you
I’ve been losing my head…
I am wild like a tiger
When I’m feeling your smell,
I’m burning beside you
Like a sinner in hell…
But I bless all these tortures
Asking nothing instead…
I just constantly want you
Being near mad…
On my tenderest goddess,
Golden hair of yours
Is the lasso that holds me
But I’m not at a loss…
I don’t long for the freedom,
I don’t ask for release,
And my soul is bleeding
When you leave me in peace…
. .
Read more. Neither Helen nor Katrina nor I could speak Polish or Serbo-Croat, and neither Magda nor Jagoda was fluent in English or German. But everyone knows that the purpose, the biological purpose, of feminine beauty is to attract males
When you take off your dress
Having nothing to add
I am just in a mess,
I am nearly mad…
And my reasons are melted
On the fire you spread,
Since the day when I met you
I’ve been losing my head…
I am wild like a tiger
When I’m feeling your smell,
I’m burning beside you
Like a sinner in hell…
But I bless all these tortures
Asking nothing instead…
I just constantly want you
Being near mad…
On my tenderest goddess,
Golden hair of yours
Is the lasso that holds me
But I’m not at a loss…
I don’t long for the freedom,
I don’t ask for release,
And my soul is bleeding
When you leave me in peace…
. .
Read more. Neither Helen nor Katrina nor I could speak Polish or Serbo-Croat, and neither Magda nor Jagoda was fluent in English or German. But everyone knows that the purpose, the biological purpose, of feminine beauty is to attract males
