If walls told stories
you and I’d be the most interesting
During the day theres nothing to say
At night the sinners come out to play
They’d start from the beginning
In the rooms everythings sweating
The walls are damp ,
in between my legs,
the middle of your pants
Our mouths are wet with a formula for ***
Kiss me,
bite my neck,
whats next?
you're *****
I’m wet
Then the sweat freezes over
He rarely sees her
She is submissive
All she does is pleases
Sticks around for no reason
He realizes this
Doesn’t want her
Go away
She refused
“Want me.”
She stays
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
If walls told stories
you and I’d be the most interesting
During the day theres nothing to say
At night the sinners come out to play
They’d start from the beginning
In the rooms everythings sweating
The walls are damp ,
in between my legs,
the middle of your pants
Our mouths are wet with a formula for ***
Kiss me,
bite my neck,
whats next?
you're *****
I’m wet
Then the sweat freezes over
He rarely sees her
She is submissive
All she does is pleases
Sticks around for no reason
He realizes this
Doesn’t want her
Go away
She refused
“Want me.”
She stays
