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Between my thighs I feel the heat
He kisses my lips turns em pink
My mind no longer clear
Im not a bad b***h
But I know hes not done with me
I can feel my palms sweat
His chest built like marble
Gotta know what hides behind his zipper
I fumble over words
Tell him I love him
He burns like ice
But it feels so nice
This s**t he wont remember tommarow
I will
Heres to us
Listening to Khalifa
While we lock lips
Hes my *****
Name built with Charisma
Full of character
Soft moans from behind
Tainted lips of poison
Both young livin wild and free
Its not the end
Untill hes gone
Hes a venture into abyss
 SweetCyanide13 · Tue Apr 02, 2013 @ 07:45pm · 0 Comments |
