Must we sleep this way really?
My conscience rebels against me...
Air, bricks, oceans between us, can't make up for that space...
Once I had a peek on your fabulous supple ****** grace.
Been Yearning to talk to your eyes though u keep hiding them
As biggest admirer of your charming soul, shall our bodies ever be same...?
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
Must we sleep this way really?
My conscience rebels against me...
Air, bricks, oceans between us, can't make up for that space...
Once I had a peek on your fabulous supple ****** grace.
Been Yearning to talk to your eyes though u keep hiding them
As biggest admirer of your charming soul, shall our bodies ever be same...?
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