I want to surf the crashing waves of motion in your shoulder blades, glide along your neck until your ear’s the platform for the thoughts of sweetly singing heartstrings getting brought to harmony and pitch by the bouncing drop and lift of your laughter, so catch me with your banter, I’m a fool for you and you know it. Why hide it?
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 1:36 AM UTC
I want to surf the crashing waves of motion in your shoulder blades, glide along your neck until your ear’s the platform for the thoughts of sweetly singing heartstrings getting brought to harmony and pitch by the bouncing drop and lift of your laughter, so catch me with your banter, I’m a fool for you and you know it. Why hide it?
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