Treasure Island

Peter LeBuhn

(2-21-64 / Silver Spring Maryland)

Molten Love


Lowering your thighs
...To mine
Set to take your ride
Lay me down on my bed
...rolling into the shadows
of the night
Entering into a neverworld
...without a care...we dare
There is no fright
With Passion...Carnal Lust
Tasting you, Like a thirst,
AWAKENING
The fires within you
Ride, Ride
Release The Lava
Of the passion feast,
Ride, Ride
My thickeness deep down to my soul,
Ride, Ride Till I die of desire,
Release the Molten Lava,
Molten
And Gold.

Peter LeBuhn

Submitted: Saturday, December 31, 2005
Edited: Thursday, June 17, 2010
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  • Cat Lam (1/11/2006 10:45:00 AM)

    Wow, hot hot in here, this was definitely at a high temperature. (Report) Reply

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