Cradle her...

Cradle her...



Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Cradle her...

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Cradle her...



Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.

Cradle of Filth.....

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Cradle her...



Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Cradle her...



Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Oh man I thought this was about a phone.....forget it.

😠

Originally posted by Raven69
I thought this was going to be about cradle robbers...people who steal cradles.

Originally posted by daniel58
What does that have to do with "her"?

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Originally posted by Red Night
Blow, blow, ye western wind … Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me.

Originally posted by SwissGambit
Blow, ye west-central wench ... Christ, you look hot in my arms tonite; in the bed with me, again. I lust for you Catherine. That your sweet lips down might go. To blow me again.

-updated for the 21st century, by SwissGambit ®

Originally posted by Raven69
I thought this was going to be about cradle robbers...people who steal cradles.