PORN: In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone
Big Cock. She is lissome of line, at times seeming
To move with the heart of the storm.
. . I returned her kiss, cupped a breast, and fingered her pussy
PORN: In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone
Big Cock. She is lissome of line, at times seeming
To move with the heart of the storm.
. . I returned her kiss, cupped a breast, and fingered her pussy
PORN: In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone
Big Cock. She is lissome of line, at times seeming
To move with the heart of the storm.
. . I returned her kiss, cupped a breast, and fingered her pussy
Una Moglie Molto Infedele