You are brushing your long mane of flowing auburn hair
moonlight through the window, your silhouette, a halo,
my angel
. A wisp of your hair on my face. I fight my animal instinct
My impulse, my greed
to take you
Cuckold. . The man who had captured her stood over her, a sneer plastered on his face and an empty cup in his hand
You are brushing your long mane of flowing auburn hair
moonlight through the window, your silhouette, a halo,
my angel
. A wisp of your hair on my face. I fight my animal instinct
My impulse, my greed
to take you
Cuckold. . The man who had captured her stood over her, a sneer plastered on his face and an empty cup in his hand
You are brushing your long mane of flowing auburn hair
moonlight through the window, your silhouette, a halo,
my angel
. A wisp of your hair on my face. I fight my animal instinct
My impulse, my greed
to take you
Cuckold. . The man who had captured her stood over her, a sneer plastered on his face and an empty cup in his hand
House Calls (1980)