|
I’m a good-hearted strong woman. I like to ride, I need my space and I love being at home, but if you wanna’ get right into my heart take a left at the wild unknown. You don’t wanna’ cross this little domina don't mess with me, cause there’s a wild streak running down from the roots to the top of my family tree. I’m an erotic woman of passion, whips and chains. In these days and hours of fury when the darkness and answers are thin lovers come and check out in a hurry. Shallow and hollow again. Come lay your body before me, you know you want the pain of my pleasure. To the question your eyes seem to send. Am I your passion your promise your end? I am, your passion your promise your end. Barring divine intervention there is nothing between you and I and if I carelessly forgot to mention, your body, your surrender can sanctify. Come feed your hunger your thirst. Lay it down, the beast in you will die. You can question my heart once again Am I your passion your promise your end? I say yes I am Your passion your promise your end. I will stand firm in the tempest, I will ride destinys' trail. To believe when the truth comes up empty, to hold and respect without fail. Come and be one in the motion a desire they cannot comprehend. Never to question again, for I am your passion your promise your end. |
