Lady:Vortex
Flex, Beauty. U R Gold.
Cold: The Assassin\'s Creed Shudders @ Your Whisper.
Victor. Each, Enemii, Slain Brutally.
Unusually, Feminine. Unusually, Ultra SeXXXy.
Darquely, Her Highness, Permits.
Winds Of Evil There As Her Jheri Curled Hair Drags The Grounds 4 Miles.
Styles Of Combat Could Never Equal The Ways Of Her Womanly Wiles.
Smiles Of A Darqueness That Shames.
Smells Of Delicious That Inspire, Instantly, All Her Bourned Dames.
\"G.A.M.E.S. Of Night\", She\'s M.A.S.T.E.R.ed, With H.E.R. Nunchuckus & Superfists.
K.I.S.S.es Most LuXXXurious 2 These Times Of Irreparable Incredulous.
Jealous Over: Who She\'s Permanently Chosen.
Jealous, 4 4evers, Over The Lady:Vortex.
Lady:Vortex.