Jan 2012
Your hands, Incisors
Your lips, like Pliers
Penetrate, Golden
Guiltless
You left me on fire
PUSH-admire
I will get over it.
Turn over...tired.
Faulty wire.
Look at you...just look at you.
Your lips, like Pliers
Penetrate, Golden
Guiltless
You left me on fire
PUSH-admire
I will get over it.
Turn over...tired.
Faulty wire.
Look at you...just look at you.
