Oasis In the Promise Land

Too frequent conversation compels dull drum patterns. O' for refreshment. The doll faced muse in pale ivory still frame summons me. Great, sultry mistress, I want your rolling thunder breasts on top of my own; nipples so hard they indent the skin. I want your breath like from the mouth of a buzzed angel to be breathed into mine. I want to discover, to be engulfed by your warmth. Lay back, my seductress. Part your smooth, unsteady gates. Reveal to me your paradise.