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I am drownding in my own head Every grasp at air is filled with your smell I can still taste your mouth pouring down my throat Compounding like rocks Taking me deeper into my memories Water runs over me like your lips down my back Coming up for air The water has settled until someone he's looks like you I feel your hands on my thigh Holding my body closer to your mouth I am the only sound you hear now You are the only one I remember My voice howling with the night A symphony of melodic moans Our bodies are in a dance knowing each step before the next No need for practice The last song I will sing you The last taste between my legs To bad we didn't know It could have been a grand finale.
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
When we're rich we'll have an island and twins
I am drownding in my own head Every grasp at air is filled with your smell I can still taste your mouth pouring down my throat Compounding like rocks Taking me deeper into my memories Water runs over me like your lips down my back Coming up for air The water has settled until someone he's looks like you I feel your hands on my thigh Holding my body closer to your mouth I am the only sound you hear now You are the only one I remember My voice howling with the night A symphony of melodic moans Our bodies are in a dance knowing each step before the next No need for practice The last song I will sing you The last taste between my legs To bad we didn't know It could have been a grand finale.
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Wide-eyed
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
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