laced with lovers lonely thoughts,
We prowl.
a handful of shadowed sinners
veiled by the illusions of sainthood,
We lie.
etiquette adapts to enchant.
laugh to lure, touch to trap,
We ******
clothes clutter the carpet.
with the courtship climaxing,
We ****
before the sun can show your shame,
We leave.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 7:38 PM UTC
laced with lovers lonely thoughts,
We prowl.
a handful of shadowed sinners
veiled by the illusions of sainthood,
We lie.
etiquette adapts to enchant.
laugh to lure, touch to trap,
We ******
clothes clutter the carpet.
with the courtship climaxing,
We ****
before the sun can show your shame,
We leave.
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