Dare not bruise the nape of her neck!
That, and the glare of a panther playfully hunting,
Are her most precious physical traits.
The ones that make you sweat,
Wake up screaming in the middle of the night,
Clutch your pillow and come.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
Dare not bruise the nape of her neck!
That, and the glare of a panther playfully hunting,
Are her most precious physical traits.
The ones that make you sweat,
Wake up screaming in the middle of the night,
Clutch your pillow and come.
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