On The Wings Of Brightly Coloured Buttered-Lies
To Womankind On the wings of brightly coloured buttered-lies I added innocence to my disguise whilst gliding on dark thermals over your land of Trust In Me, guilt seldom troubling my hardened heart; working cunningly in the shadows of the night. The moon and stars I artfully camouflaged with silken silver webs of flase delight Dressed at my darkened soulful best in deceiving your trusting beautiful eyes, caught fast were your female desires to mother and cuddle me, dishonest tales told so... Sign in to see full entry.