Perhaps she'll see me here
In the cherry grove stunned by her
Yet do I wish for such a glance?
For if she doth think me a fool
Then by what hopes do I live on?
Against the king is this treasonous thought
Oh my I have been seen,
Shall I speak? Call out of my eyes sin and
Beg of her forgiveness?
What is this? She is not mad, but glad
Slowly the oceans of flame, her eyes
Search me with passion,
As her gown rolls off her shoulders
Such a scandalous image of skin
My instincts are barely manageable
Her elaborate lace tight to her skin covers her
And so slightly, White clothes in blessed sin
Am I mad, she does beckon me to her chamber . She swallowed it all and drank
As though I were a bottle filled with honey. . He started going through his mail, when his wife walked out of the house and came to him. I was thinking about how I would be enjoying this new exhibitionist life style as I closed my sleep and drifted off to sleep
Perhaps she'll see me here
In the cherry grove stunned by her
Yet do I wish for such a glance?
For if she doth think me a fool
Then by what hopes do I live on?
Against the king is this treasonous thought
Oh my I have been seen,
Shall I speak? Call out of my eyes sin and
Beg of her forgiveness?
What is this? She is not mad, but glad
Slowly the oceans of flame, her eyes
Search me with passion,
As her gown rolls off her shoulders
Such a scandalous image of skin
My instincts are barely manageable
Her elaborate lace tight to her skin covers her
And so slightly, White clothes in blessed sin
Am I mad, she does beckon me to her chamber . She swallowed it all and drank
As though I were a bottle filled with honey. . He started going through his mail, when his wife walked out of the house and came to him. I was thinking about how I would be enjoying this new exhibitionist life style as I closed my sleep and drifted off to sleep
Perhaps she'll see me here
In the cherry grove stunned by her
Yet do I wish for such a glance?
For if she doth think me a fool
Then by what hopes do I live on?
Against the king is this treasonous thought
Oh my I have been seen,
Shall I speak? Call out of my eyes sin and
Beg of her forgiveness?
What is this? She is not mad, but glad
Slowly the oceans of flame, her eyes
Search me with passion,
As her gown rolls off her shoulders
Such a scandalous image of skin
My instincts are barely manageable
Her elaborate lace tight to her skin covers her
And so slightly, White clothes in blessed sin
Am I mad, she does beckon me to her chamber . She swallowed it all and drank
As though I were a bottle filled with honey. . He started going through his mail, when his wife walked out of the house and came to him. I was thinking about how I would be enjoying this new exhibitionist life style as I closed my sleep and drifted off to sleep
