she turns off the lights
she turns me on
irony right
though she was a beauty even without light
marriage cert on the table
us and bed
us till the end
we did swear with a raised bible
night is still young
but my instincts reminds me-i owned her now,she owned me either
says one salah as I check bend hinges
will say sorry to them tomorrow
lemme throw my phone away
coz here she comes
her curvy and bossomic ****
saying this and that
bye 👋 she will be my death
Nov 20, 2022
Nov 20, 2022 at 8:09 AM UTC
she turns off the lights
she turns me on
irony right
though she was a beauty even without light
marriage cert on the table
us and bed
us till the end
we did swear with a raised bible
night is still young
but my instincts reminds me-i owned her now,she owned me either
says one salah as I check bend hinges
will say sorry to them tomorrow
lemme throw my phone away
coz here she comes
her curvy and bossomic ****
saying this and that
bye 👋 she will be my death
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