Oct 2016
You fell at my feet
before I picked you
Done and ripe already
as sweet as pretty
painted lips
You swore to have
me upon you
My undoing
The feast of me
come salivating
down your chin
before I picked you
Done and ripe already
as sweet as pretty
painted lips
You swore to have
me upon you
My undoing
The feast of me
come salivating
down your chin
(111/F/is still getting old.)
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