“Here’s to the girls that love to be barefoot in the rain… Treat them well They may seem rough and tumble Fiercely independent and wild spirited But they are fragile at heart, and need much tenderness And firm embraces when the storms come, and they’ll come They like pretty things, draw girly hearts on letters and dance in cotton dresses They need passion, need even more to fuel your passion Their fires burn beneath the winsome smiles and sterling eyes They beg for the crush of your body, the heft of you, musk and firm hands They have soft centers and tangy nectar that will lure you to your undoing Like sirens on the shore on hot summer nights you’ll be drawn to them They curl up like kittens on your chest, leaving blankets behind So you can always see the fineness of their delicate body on you Unkempt they are still porcelain and jasmine sleeping Awake they are vanilla and lace, all wrapped up in your loving embrace Treat them well”
Sir's submissive 