“Beg me to fill your body with my dangerous seed.”

Your beauty is binding and I just want to consume every part of you.

My fingers in your mouth when I’m inside you, I could almost die from the feeling before I explode.

My heart is yours forever lets never stop this adventure.

I only want to drink your cream.

It’s not about how long we’ve been together but how deep our love is.

When you drink me the flavor that you swallow will be the taste of my soul.

Tides of your heart pull me into your sea.

I see you everywhere because you are my everything.

Your heart of gold will always be worth more than money.

The wild fire in your eyes reflects the seduction of your soul.

I can feel your heartbeat when my mouth is wrapped around your lips.

Squeeze my nipples when you ride me to make sure that we both pour out all over our bodies togetherness.

The universe sent you to me and for that I kneel in gratitude.

Your beauty never ends, it defines space and time.

If you just want to feel my heart just put your hand on yours.

My lust for you is dangerous because I can’t get deep enough.

Bragging often precedes begging.

Whenever I walk out on a stage, I’m begging for affection.

At first it seems as if begoing follows becoming. But look even closer and you will see that there are only flashes of lightning illuminating the empty sky.

If we go to church we are confronted with a system of begging so complicated and so resolute that all other demands sink into insignificance by its side.

It is not begging but the beggar, who has forfeited favor with the elect.