#292056 - Through the spaces in between the hours she slides Where I glimpse her time and time again. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave Into an image subtle and sublime; A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe, An eddy in the stream of time. Empress of onyx skies and waning moon; Throughout the realm of dream her dark light shines! Now from her tower window, dawn she spies, and soon, Upon red velvets, she reclines.
More Like This
Most commented on Foot Worship SAKANA BOY Bus
Kiritsugu emiya
When your dick is so short you got to pinch it x
Galo thymos
Ok fake contacts are too freaky great body so why wear the bra