your lips, they taste like ***** shots and drunken memories. Your hands, they feel like warmth as you run them up and down my arm. Your breath, it feels like a whisper of a thousand angels as you breath deeply on my neck. Your eyes, they look like deep oceans and I want to explore them. Your arms, they feel like home when you hold me tightly. Your laugh, it sounds like happiness and I live to hear that sound.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
your lips, they taste like ***** shots and drunken memories. Your hands, they feel like warmth as you run them up and down my arm. Your breath, it feels like a whisper of a thousand angels as you breath deeply on my neck. Your eyes, they look like deep oceans and I want to explore them. Your arms, they feel like home when you hold me tightly. Your laugh, it sounds like happiness and I live to hear that sound.
