Our story is as ancient as mountains

Екатерина Передереева
Our story is as ancient as mountains .
I have heard the same timeless number.
He's a beast who's heart was stolen.
I was a princess, naive - full of wonder.

He is still gallant, but I am the sorceress
I use witchcraft to gain some kisses.
I am not loved for hundreds of years .
comletly abondoned live in a forest.

I can not keep it , it is a cursed secret.
my lips are eager for juicy body.
the lust is laughing at pure Soul.
is calling deep in hellish hollow.