I think once your mind wanders to
their sleeping breathe on your neck
the warmth under your shares covers
their dreaming hand finding yours
you're pretty much ******
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
I think once your mind wanders to
their sleeping breathe on your neck
the warmth under your shares covers
their dreaming hand finding yours
you're pretty much ******
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