I was hers many times. As many as he wanted. We did it in the positions he liked the most, I enjoyed watching it burst into pleasure. I was hers and I loved being one.
Small when I give myself to Him, however, it was double the sin when I fell in love.
Because he was only sharing with me, because I shouldn't have looked at him.
But I liked her warmth, I felt at home if I was in her hell.
Gustosa danced halfway through the dance floor as the flames burst. Only because I felt invincible if it was in his hand.
I was his and he was never mine.
It touched me with so much pleasure in all our meetings; I mistook it for love.
In which orgasm did I lose my mind?
When do I enjoy burning with him so much?
Today no more.
They don't see me standing at the gates of hell anymore.
I no longer redeem myself from any sin. Maybe the biggest one was falling for him.
I don't dance half-track anymore.
Today it's my turn.
And I only talk about what one day it was, about that good lover who made me burn between her sheets.
But I don't share him anymore.
And if you ask me..
Even at that, I'm still hers.
Because his was good sexø, mine was love.
And even though he knew, he didn't care.
Today there are only mirrors left of that man.
Memories of some dance.
He used to put me on fire.
Me to him, twisting for pleasure.
My Mr. Devil.
So strange, so far, so mine.
Because he was only sharing with me, because I shouldn't have looked at him.
But I liked her warmth, I felt at home if I was in her hell.
Gustosa danced halfway through the dance floor as the flames burst. Only because I felt invincible if it was in his hand.
I was his and he was never mine.
It touched me with so much pleasure in all our meetings; I mistook it for love.
In which orgasm did I lose my mind?
When do I enjoy burning with him so much?
Today no more.
They don't see me standing at the gates of hell anymore.
I no longer redeem myself from any sin. Maybe the biggest one was falling for him.
I don't dance half-track anymore.
Today it's my turn.
And I only talk about what one day it was, about that good lover who made me burn between her sheets.
But I don't share him anymore.
And if you ask me..
Even at that, I'm still hers.
Because his was good sexø, mine was love.
And even though he knew, he didn't care.
Today there are only mirrors left of that man.
Memories of some dance.
He used to put me on fire.
Me to him, twisting for pleasure.
My Mr. Devil.
So strange, so far, so mine.
