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
Teen (18+) Petera. Upon the pure and silken sands she danced;
Her feet kissed gently by the breaking waves,
Holding the breeze in awe, the stars above entranced,
Making all mortal men her slaves. 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
. . Well all of this spread over about a year, and eventually she did again ask about me showing the pics
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
Teen (18+) Petera. Upon the pure and silken sands she danced;
Her feet kissed gently by the breaking waves,
Holding the breeze in awe, the stars above entranced,
Making all mortal men her slaves. 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
. . Well all of this spread over about a year, and eventually she did again ask about me showing the pics
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
Teen (18+) Petera. Upon the pure and silken sands she danced;
Her feet kissed gently by the breaking waves,
Holding the breeze in awe, the stars above entranced,
Making all mortal men her slaves. 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
. . Well all of this spread over about a year, and eventually she did again ask about me showing the pics
Reporter Perils