Sophie Marceau so hot that in night I cannot control my desire. watching it, and finally sacrificing my sperms.
o, my sweet lady my fair beauty. what do for thy I can the love and desire caught in your eyes feeding my piteous spirit give me excess of it, or I will worship your cruelty
while watching your deceitful figure abuse my little dude erupt my essence of life, abandon my spirit and sign the contract of Lucifer. just for your kiss eternal happiness in heaven is no more just for your illusion everlasting torture in hell is worthy.
give me your lustful love or hand me a malicious dagger. it is you, my sinful lover, the ultimate meaning of this dying world.
forgive my little English, my dear readers. hope a piece of poor poem can bring your happiness.