A stride nearer and I would feel the love rush they call warmth.
A little warmer and I would meet the trap they call lips.
An inch closer and I would taste the ****** they call slaver.
A step nigher and I would experience the bliss they call the first kiss.
~AllTheLovePS
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
A stride nearer and I would feel the love rush they call warmth.
A little warmer and I would meet the trap they call lips.
An inch closer and I would taste the ****** they call slaver.
A step nigher and I would experience the bliss they call the first kiss.
~AllTheLovePS
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