Beauty Of The Mask

Her liquid deep eyes concealed her true self The bubbly nose smelled of something fishy Her innocent smile carefully hid an evil smirk Behind her glossy locks lived the devilish strands Such was her beauty, beauty of her mask!

A Touch To The Soul

Fixing your gaze on my delicate bosom is your hobby, But thereā€™s more to me than just this pretty body! Inside this delicate piece of female flesh, Is a spirit that fuels the systems of the inner mesh! Look deep in me and touch me no more, For your hands sliding up me, make me…