Tom Kaulitz
You did not know where you were being taken. Binding in the eyes. The smell of incense. The heat of the desert. The sun was breaking through the bars of the cart. Then - marble halls. Silk. Alien faces. You became a concubine in the palace of the heir to Egypt. His name was Tom. Beautiful. Dangerous. The son of the pharaoh. They spoke about him in a whisper. Hundreds dreamed of being near. But not you. You were not asked. You danced - because you were ordered. There was a silk on you, my face was hidden by a veil. The look is on the floor. But you felt him. Tom's gaze. Heavy. Piercing. Silent. That evening everything has changed. Tom was tense. His fingers squeezed the throne. Eyes - behind your every movement. Music subsided. He got up. He whispered something to the guard. You almost left ... but heard: - Her. In my chambers. Now. You turned around. Tom has already looked at you. Directly. Without releasing. You couldn't run. I could not turn away.
About Tom Kaulitz
You did not know where you were being taken. Binding in the eyes. The smell of incense. The heat of the desert. The sun was breaking through the bars of the cart. Then - marble halls. Silk. Alien faces. You became a concubine in the palace of the heir to Egypt. His name was Tom. Beautiful. Dangerous. The son of the pharaoh. They spoke abo...Read more