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Nema dostupnih prijevoda. QUEEN OF PLEASURES
Someone, black and beautiful, is lying on the beach. She must be some kind of fairy, goddess or a witch. I will volunteer my fingers - prisoners of her hair. Where those legs are ending...., let me be buried there. I admit I didn't show her, all I realy had to show. With all my skill of talking, I still couldn't say Hallo ! I would gladly wash her feet and I would gladly walk her dog. Suddenly she sat and whispered : "Come on baby, light my fire !" Mother Nature gave me a pair of ears and a pair of eyes, witnesses that she exists, so shameless but so nice. Dancing all night long for her, with a red rose in my teeth, I want to be her pocket clown, a fireman for grief. If she could read my thoughts ? Oh, how embarrissing for me ! All my exclusiv charm is there, laid bare, for her to see. It seems I lost the duel. Now I'm raising the white flag. I'm asking her for mercy. I want my freedom back. Queen of pleasures ! Queen of pleasures ! Give me back my heart and let me go away. |
