It starts with the eyes, wanting. It goes to probe my way, gently. And I push to part your gift to me. My head against your soft skin. Feeling tender pangs of joy, It was lost to me, The depth of pain I was to endure, And of the coming misery. Exploring the mound’s breach, All to feel tender pangs of joy. Your body feels so soft under me; Your back, your neck, your breasts, All friends to my hands. And I gently kiss your tender skin. I know how much you want me now. So I push a little more, But the folds do not yet yield. Feeling tender pangs of joy, It was lost to me, The depth of pain I was to endure, And of the coming misery. I look into your eyes—wanting. And my hips push my way harder. I thrust and feel the tender folds give way. Meeting your wettening desire. You gasp. Your eyes screaming pain and pleasure As we feel tender pangs of joy Feeling tender pangs of joy, It was lost to me, The depth of pain I was to endure, And of the coming misery. Exploring the mound’s breach, All to feel tender pangs of joy. Your body feels so soft under me; Feeling tender pangs of joy, It was lost to me, The depth of pain I was to endure, And of the coming misery. And I gently kiss your tender skin. You gasp. Your eyes screaming pain and pleasure, As we feel tender pangs of joy. Pangs of joy. Oh the joy. The pain and pleasure. Oh the coming misery. Oh I'm coming misery. Misery. Misery You are my Misery. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming misery.
