dying little by little from your fingertips
you're begging for my approval
my words already echo in your head
the first will always be rewarded with a kiss
the second with my scent
the third my taste
your surrender makes me want you more
fast cars, long ******* rooftop views
how did you get so lucky?
to be the piece i've been looking for
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
dying little by little from your fingertips
you're begging for my approval
my words already echo in your head
the first will always be rewarded with a kiss
the second with my scent
the third my taste
your surrender makes me want you more
fast cars, long ******* rooftop views
how did you get so lucky?
to be the piece i've been looking for
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