The ghost-rider of April Adams

Side A


From the distance, an apparition all in silver can be seen:
from the profound canyons of La Muerte and Saladillo, a shadow of Venus comes riding tall: the ghost-rider of April Adams.

She rides naked, and her sweaty cunt slides gently on the saddle at every movement: her fast pistols and her criminal thighs:
it must be the ghost-rider of April Adams...


She lives caufht forever into the celluloid of a softcore movie; forever caufht into a fucking; caufht, caufht in pleasure forever:
is the ghost-fucker of April Adams.


Only in wet dreams of 1997, she's coming to ride you to death: but don't try to do anything stupid
she's got you under control, the least attempt at possessing her means bang bang you...
because she's coming to fuck your cock, riding it wild:
the rider-fucker of April Adams.


She's pink, and everything around her is silver: her boobs go up and down in the fucking; but you can't knead her; she'll fuck your cock fit like a glow into her honey slit:
the slit-rider of April Adams.




Side B


From the elevations of Sierra Madre to the azure aspects of the Arazona chasms a tall apparition comes riding
her sweaty boobs and her thigh highs:
the demon-rider of April Adams.


The Sol caresses ardent the slightly open lips with a dry Virginia Slims 100's stuck to them
the golden-tubular light of the valley illuminates her balloons near to Everett while her stallions piss the yellow meadow with their cocks too erect...
don't wait for her: she'll just come like a fury, thirsty for anal sex:
the anal-anal of Analia Adams.


...The night has to be too bleue, and the meteorological phenomena, too strange, for you to see the apparition of the ghost-rider of April Adams, cause she just blowjobs into the drem of a porn screen.

And her vaginal geyser just blows caufht into sound and celluloid forever.

The ghost-blowjobber of April Rider.