You see my precious smile
You think I'm looking sweet
You pass me by
Searching for the mental extreme
You're judging a book
Based solely on the cover
You're totally missing out
On a wycked angel twisted lover
You haven't even parted the spine of my
pages
Twinkle in my eye, the smirk that I
wear
Where do you think it comes
from???
The filth in my mind that stirs in
there
Mental transformation is what we both
want
I love paradoxes and things that seem
wrong
Like sucking on cherry popsicles,
pointing
And giggling at your cock in my pink
thong
I say harsh words with a smile on my
lips
I cuss, fuck hard, eat cum and spit
too
I please, torture, tease, spoil and
humiliate
Call me and let's play a wycked game or
two
The only wycked angel with a heart of
gold
888-823-6127
Wyckedheaven aim/yahoo
