14 février 2011


"...I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. "

1 commentaire:

Cecil B. Demented a dit…

Dude, I saw this post in my rss reader and wondered what the fuck it was from. So i clicked my way closer and saw the tags. Joyce was a fucking genius.